The other day on our way home from running errands, Lucky got hungry.
Lucky: Can I have my grilled cheese sandwich?
Me: We don’t have any grilled cheese.
Lucky: (points to the sandwich container from the day before on the center console) Yes we do. I didn’t eat it all yesterday, there’s more in there.
Me: No, it’s all gone. (because I ate it)
Lucky: Who ate it? Christouli?
Me: (giggling) No, Christouli didn’t eat your sandwich.
Lucky: How do you know? He probably likes grilled cheese. It’s good and Christouli likes everything good.