Yesterday I made a tuna wrap for Jacob's lunch, and since I had some extra tuna left over, I thought I would make a half sandwich for Luke's lunch. I didn't tell Luke I was doing this, but lately he had been asking me if he could try a tuna sandwich again, so I figured he wouldn't mind.
Last night when I was putting him to bed I asked, "So did you like your tuna sandwich?!" He looked at me and said, "Yeah," and then very quickly he added, "But I do NOT want you to put another one in my lunch." And that is how Luke tells you something sucks.