The dishwasher was loaded, counters wiped off, I looked over my shoulder…no kids. I quietly popped a couple of Tostitos from my super-secret-just-for-me-not-for-kids stash into my mouth and went to check on the girls.
They both looked at me suspiciously. Lyd spoke, “I smell Doritos.”
(Doritos? She’s got her names mixed up. Should I correct her? No.)
“Really?” I asked, my expression was saturated with innocence.
“I really like Doritos” She replied.
“Really?” I asked.
“Yeah, they’re my favorite.”
“Good to know Sweetie!” I smiled and returned to the kitchen to make their lunches.
As I’m spreading peanut butter onto her sandwich, Lyd pays me a visit.
“Hey Daddy?”
“What’s up?”
“Can I have Doritos with my sandwich?”
“Nope.”
“Why not?”
“We don’t have any Doritos.”
“But I smelled them earlier.”
“I have no idea how and where you were smelling Doritos Hun. But I can assure you with total honesty, we have no Doritos in this House. Here’s your sandwich. Say. Would you like to eat in the Living Room while watching TV?”
“Yeah!” She grabbed her sandwich and scampered off while I quietly stuffed a couple more Tostitos into my mouth.

What? Stop looking at me like that.