Bear: (Carrying one of the food dishes) Mom!!! Betsy ate all the food, I’m starving to death!!!
Me: Starving? Really??
Bear: (Shaking food dish, then drops it) Yes! It’s empty!
Me: Did you by any chance notice the other 3 mostly full food dishes?
Bear: No! This is MY dish and Betsy ate all my food!
Me: Tell me again when this became your food dish? I could have sworn the one in your kennel with the puppy food was yours.
Bear: Yuck! I hate puppy food!
Me: I noticed.
Bear: (Picks up food dish and drops it again) Mom! Starving here!!
Me: Why don’t you go kennel so you can eat?
Bear: (Grumbles) I don’t know why you make me eat the puppy food anyway, I’m a big boy!
Betsy: Puppy food? Where?? I want puppy food!!
Bear: No way Betsy! That’s MY food, you can’t have any!!! (Runs to kennel) Mom, hurry up and let me in!