Ever find yourself wanting to call Chef “child” or some other affectionate “you’re so young” pet name when you catch him doing something /not quite right/ (aka you could do it better and faster). Because I think if I was your age, I wouldn’t be able to resist poking fun at the age difference when the opportunity came up.


I do it constantly.

I call him my boy, for I suppose, he is.

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