Jake pushes the fork full of cannoli into my mouth, almost choking me with the amount he’s picked up from the plate. I struggle to push him away, stifling a giggle, but he tries to ram it in further, close to choking me. I lift my hand and push him off, taking half out of my mouth and dropping it on the napkin in front of me, attempting to chew what’s still in it. He stuffs some into his mouth, seemingly oblivious to what he’s done to me.  

“What is this thing you have with ...