“Chris, you need to have a talk with your son.”
“Oh, he’s my son now, huh? What’d he do this time?”
“I caught him red handed trying to feed the eggplant parmesan I spent all day preparing to the jellyfish!”
Chris looked at his wife. “Well, considering the jellyfish’s mouth is also its butt—”
Jessie stormed out of the room muttering something about filling the empty space between the ears of all the men living in her house with eggplant parmesan.
This was written for the Three Things Challenge prompt: eggplant, jellyfish, space