mac n cheeser

I saw my brother eat mac and cheese right before he went to bed. Now he’s a mac n cheeser for life.

My mom’s a mac n cheeser. She eats it in the shower, in the car, and sometimes in my face.

That kid is a mac n cheeser. He eats it in the hallway, the bathroom, and once, in the principal’s office.

My sister’s a mac n cheeser. She eats it at midnight, in the kitchen, and once, in my sock drawer.

That guy is a full-time mac n cheeser. He eats it during meetings, on the bus, and even in the grocery store.

I'm a mac n cheeser. I eat it when I'm sad, when I'm happy, and sometimes just because it's there.

My dad’s a mac n cheeser. He eats it with breakfast, lunch, and dinner, and sometimes in the middle of the night.

That kid is a mac n cheeser. He eats it in the car, in the park, and once, in the teacher’s coffee.

I’m a mac n cheeser. I eat it when I’m bored, when I’m tired, and sometimes just because it's easy.