We had four bbq'd chicken wings and some potato salad left over from supper last night.
"You can have that for lunch tomorrow," I suggested to Rosanne.
At noon today, however, she announced as only she could: "I don't want that lunch for lunch (meaning the wings and potato salad)!"
"Well, then, maybe you can have it for supper," was my common sense retort, "otherwise it'll go to waste.".
"I don't want that lunch for supper either," came the mournful yet decisive reply.
I didn't dare mention having the lunch for breakfast tomorrow. For some reason I didn't want to have that lunch for lunch today either. Any wonder I'm on the brink of insanity?