Charles still enjoys his dry Monterry Jack cheese. I pick up a hunk for him now and then, although it’s a bit pricey. As I gave him a chunk the other day, a cunning plan occurred to me —
Dad: Haha, I have an evil plan!
Charles: What is it?
Dad: I will give you all of the dry Monterry Jack, and after you eat it you won’t have anymore! Bwahaha!
Charles: [disappointed] Awwwwww.…
Dad: And the best part is it will be your fault you don’t have any cheese. Bwahahaha! Is that not a clever and cruel plan?
Charles: I don’t want it to be my fault.
Dad: Well, OK. I’ll eat the rest of the cheese then it won’t be your fault there’s none left.
Charles: OK!