We recently put a ban on eating food in our basement.  This was due to a thorough cleaning of our carpets after several disasters. 

I simply cannot obey this rule.  I’ve grown up eating on the couch in front of the TV.  It is as horrible as it sounds.

Mr. Grinch:  (Pointing at glass) What’s this?

Me:   (innocent look)

MG:  What happened to not eating downstairs?

Me:  (innocent look/shoulder shrug)

MG:  I know it’s yours, because it’s not mine.

Me:  (innocent look)

MG:  If I catch you downstairs with food again I’m locking up the refrigerator.

Me:  (blank stare)

MG:  I’m serious.  I’m getting sick of this.

Me:  (blank stare)

MG:  Nice having this conversation with you… (turns around to take glass upstairs)

Me:  (devilish grin)