Left Holding The Bag

My daughter and husband have a long running battle over the chips. He buys them, she eats them. He doesn’t get mad about it. It’s one of those Dad-Daughter games that I don’t understand. He pretends to be mad and she laughs at him.

Yesterday she was finishing off the last of the Doritos when his car pulled into the driveway. She hands me the bag of chips. Here Mommy, have a chip. I take the bag just as my husband walked in the door. There was only one left.

He looked at me kinda funny. I looked at my daughter.

“I’ve been framed!” I shouted.

They both laughed just a little too much