The scene makes my heart race, and my hands begin to sweat. Even now, as an adult, I still hate watching Gus Gus struggle to carry his cheese. I hope every time that he will just leave that one piece of cheese behind and get out of there! It's the sensible thing to do. One piece is all it takes.
I'm finding myself in a place right now where I can't decide what to do with my own cheese. I keep thinking that my arms can stretch just a little bit further, and I can carry one more piece, but when I try to position the stack under my chin, all the cheese goes flying.
It's one thing to sit back and holler at Gus Gus to put down the dang cheese, but it's another thing to have to put down my own cheese, especially when I really want the cheese. And I think I deserve the cheese.
I get it, Gus Gus. I really do.
(But seriously, dude. Just put the cheese down!)