7:00 PM Pacific. A modern galley kitchen. I am at the stove, cooking. M enters, reaches into the high cupboard behind me and pulls down a plastic tupperware.
Me: You hungry? I’m cooking dinner.
M: I’m just going to have a little snack. (He pours himself 5 cups of cereal.)
Me: Hon — that’s all sugar. There’s no nutrition in that.
M: Yes, there is.
Me: No, there is not.
M: That is ridiculous. It’s food, it’s nutritious. I could live off this cereal.
Me: God knows what it would do to you.
M: If I ate nothing but this cereal for 3 months and you ate nothing, after 3 months I’d be alive and you would be dead. (Shovelling cereal in his mouth). Long dead.
Me: I have nothing to say.
M: It’s not not nutritious.