This evening for supper, Ordinary Spouse put a bowl of strawberries on the table.  There weren’t many to begin with, and soon Middle Daughter and Oldest Daughter had consumed nearly all of them…

ordinary (mostly): Hey!  There’s only one strawberry left!

(Middle Daughter grabs the last one and takes a bite.)

o(m): Well – now there are none.

MD: Daddy, did you eat any strawberries yet?

(Now I’m thinking, “Wow – she’s considerate.”)

o(m): No.

MD: Well, these are really good!

(And the last bite is consumed.)