My husband and I are arguing about who ate the last handful of my favorite dry roasted, unsalted, whole cashews. “I didn’t do it,” he says.  “Really, who then?” I sneer accusingly.  “I’m telling you, I didn’t do it. He insists. “Maybe one of the kids ate them.”

 “Look, Sidney(our oldest daughter) is allergic to nuts; Mikala(our Malcom in the middle) won’t touch cashews with a 10-foot-pole.”
“Well, I guess that leaves you or the baby.”  He added.
“Fine!” I retort as I storm out of the room.  Subsequently I hear, “Bennneeeeeeeee, come here quick! ” I dash into the nursery to find John wiping the baby’s bottom.  Pointing to chunky clusters of undigested cashews in a soiled diaper, he smirks, “ I told you I didn’t do it.”