He closed the notebook and smiled. For a boy who hated nonsense, he had to admit—sometimes, a little satrip was exactly what reality needed.
Sheldon watched her leave, then turned back to his cereal. The milk had turned a murky gray. He sighed. “Challenge accepted.”
But later that night, alone in his room, he wrote it in his journal anyway. young sheldon s02e02 satrip
Billy smacked louder.
Tam shrugged. “Maybe he’s just hungry.” He closed the notebook and smiled
“Why is everything my fault?” George muttered.
“Meatloaf,” he announced, “is a culinary lie. It pretends to be a loaf, but it is not bread. It pretends to be meat, but it has crackers inside. It is the uncanny valley of entrees.” The milk had turned a murky gray
George stared at him. Then, slowly, he picked up his meatloaf and took a bite. “You know what? This is delicious. And your satrip? It ends now. Eat your dinner or no computer for a week.”