I was just putting the lasagne in the oven to bake when Mallory wandered into the kitchen, peering sadly into the small box of cat treats we'd bought just the day before.
"There's hardly any Dreamies left, mom! What happened to them?"
I set the timer and started to answer "I don't know, Mallory. I didn't ..."
I was interrupted in mid-phrase as JP joined us in the kitchen and announced in an injured voice:
" Those new snacks you bought really don't taste very good, you know!"