Miss B: OHAI. WHERE YOU GO YOU LEFT YOU LEAVING?
Me: I just went downstairs to get–
Odd Trundles: WHERE YOU GO? YOU LEFT. FOREVER.
Me: We needed a can of–
Miss B: YOU GONE FOREVER. WE MANY GRIEF.
Me: Look, it was less than two minutes–
Odd Trundles: MANY GRIEF. MUCH EAT PAPER BAG.
Me: What?
Miss B: …HE DID IT.
Apparently, whenever I go downstairs to fetch a can of diced tomatoes, they think I’m never coming back and Odd Trundles decides he’d better get a head start on eating anything even remotely edible to prepare for the lean times ahead.
*headdesk*