One of my wife’s relatives (notice the deliberate distancing) was notorious for taking a paper-thin slice of cake. But then she would have another…and another…and…
Pretty soon half of the cake was gone, and she was complaining of a stomach ache. We’d call her out on it, and she’d say, “Well, it wasn’t good.” And then we’d say that explained why she ate half of it.
Isn’t it Charlie Brown who usually complains of stomach aches?