“... what’s he got to be angry about?”
I imagine a lot of things. My Mom use to tell me that when she was carrying me.. the kid across the street would start up his motorcycle every morning. I would kick, spin, and it felt like I was crawling up towards her throat. Even after he drove to work, I’d still be riled up. When I was pregnant with my son, he would kick HARD if I ate heavy friend foods. He was born with a crib size 2 and now wears a 14.. so it hurt like heck!
Well, understandable if you ate your friends that he’d be upset.