A few days ago, when mommy came home from work, I met her at the door. I took her hand, walked her over to the refrigerator, pointed to the door and told her what to do: "BRIEEEEE! Caroline eat NOW!" Mommy gave me brie and I was happy.
Since I usually eat about an ounce of brie in each sitting, mommy started putting the brie back in the refrigerator after my ounce. I ran over and said "BRIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEE!! For Caroline! NOW!" And I had another ounce of brie.
The moral of the story? Don't move my brie.