fuss: in the kitchen

asked him what he wanted for dinner, he replied "cottage cheese and hard boiled eggs!"
Since hard boiled eggs gross me out, I feigned as if only Mama knew how to make them.

Fuss was not to be denied.

"It's easy, dada, you just put in a piece of milk, and then some sugar, and then some piddy butter, apple juice, flour, and then some more milk, and then it's hard boiled eggs!"


Indeed.