Pop

Joey walks in the kitchen with his plate and cup in hand, and neither of them are empty.  With his picky eating, I have to try to get him to eat just the smallest things.

Why are you putting your things away?, I ask.
"Just my milk.  My drinking area is full."

Okay, just make sure you finish eating, I told him.  He walks a few steps, taking a bite of his toaster strudel.  He ends up walking back to me hunched over as if someone punched him in the belly.

What are you doing?, I asked
"I guess my eating area is filled up too.  I feel like I am gonna pop."



I didn't know we had two different sections to fill?