Daughter has been eating the same cereal every morning for a couple of weeks. Today she wanted a different kind. I immediately got suspicious, and asked what had happened to the cereal she'd been eating. She pointed to the unopened box. "It's there. I'm trying to do better. Why don't you trust me?"
"It's going to take time for you to earn my trust. The night before last you ate all the pretzels." It's a common conversation to which she has no response. A few minutes later, I opened the refrigerator door. The broccoli salad was missing. She raided the refrigerator during the middle of the night. Sigh. She spent the rest of the morning yelling at me.