Why would I think that? Because this is literally the face I see every morning when the fridge starts to hum:
It starts off innocently enough. I wake up, zombie walk my way over towards the coffee maker, get that all figured out, and then while that’s brewing, I feed Gio.
Gio starts eating his food and is all “NOM, NOM, NOM, BREAKFAST IS GREAT, NOM, NOM, NO-”
And then the slight “Hmmmmmmmmmmmmm…….” of the fridge, which is about 2 feet away from Gio’s food bowl, starts up.
Gio: Make eyes bigger. Stare harder.
Fridge: I’m just a fridge. Doing fridge stuff…
And that’s when he runs out of the room and hides around the corner.
That’s when I walk over to the fridge and hug it, while looking at Gio and saying “Gio, it’s okay! Fridge nice! Fridge friend! Look how yay the fridge is! Yay, fridge!”
And then Gio is like “Oh thank God the fridge is not attacking Mom. If Mom trusts fridge, I trust fridge.”
And then we both eat our breakfast in peace.
Until the next morning when Gio apparently forgets all trust he had for the fridge.
Surprisingly enough, Gio is totally cool with the coffee grinder.
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