The Swap
The kid sneezed, and Damian would probably commission a statue in his honor.
"Hey, Damian," I cut in. "Why don't you whip up some baked pork belly for Hugo while it's fresh?"
Damian side-eyed Hugo—who was already a step away from rolling instead of walking—and sighed. He looked like he was about to argue, but before he could, I gave Hugo the look.
Cue the drama.
Hugo flung himself onto the floor, pulling out every toy he owned. "I WANT PORK BELLY! I WANT IT NOW!" he shrieked, totally Oscar-worthy.