Lark to Tom (with a bit of an accusatory tone): You know Mom's had a sandwich in her car for a few weeks now. It's frozen and thawed a bunch of times.
Me: I keep it there in case of emergencies, such as if we end up at the side of the road. We can eat the sandwich first rather than resort immediately to cannibalism.
Lark: Argh! Gross, Mom!
Me: Precisely. That's why the sandwich is there - to avoid grossness.
Tom: [Silence. Secretly removes said sandwich from the car when we get home.]
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