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.”)
MD: Well, these are really good!
(And the last bite is consumed.)