Chomp, Chomp!

Last night, Gllen and I were watching a show on the food network and he started having a fit. The scene on the tv was a kid eating a giant meatball off of a fork. This kid was going to town on the meatball, eating it from every possible angle. Gllen starts twitching, and I think I hear him say, "Chomp, chomp!" I look over at him, about to snidely ask if he's jealous, but the look on his face is not envy. He was pulling his legs up, flailing his arms and throwing his head back and making incoherent noises of objection. Pretty much "Arrlllggghhh" until the meatball scene was over. I asked what was wrong and Gllen says, "He was going to bite down on the fork! Arrllllgghh!" So of course, I have to rewind and see the scene again, which sets Gllen off. By this time I'm laughing so hard at both the overzealous kid and Gllen's reaction that I can barely talk. Meanwhile, Gllen is freaking out because he still thinks it looks like the kid is going to bite the fork. I finally ask why that bothers him so much. He incredulously asks "Haven't you ever bitten down on a fork? It's the worse thing in the world. I've probably done it three times in my life and it sucks so bad!"

The meatball/fork scene came up in conversation this morning, and Gllen still got the jim-jams.