Me: Do you want some nonpareils? [Of the 30 oz bag of Gittard nonpareils that his mom sent him for Christmas and that he asked me to hide from him after he ate a good portion of the bag between the box's arrival and my getting home from the gym]
SH: Last night, I looked for them. I thought you had put them someplace obvious downstairs.
SH: So I had to have Pringles instead. And now we're out.
PS I wrote this before Christmas, before we went on our trip. I hope I can remember where I hid them.