Sources report that your sister cannot believe you ate the rest of that because Mom needed that for dinner tonight.
“What do you mean you ate the leftover chicken? Oh boy, you’ve really done it this time,” announced your sister, sifting through the fridge for the already-eaten meal. “Mom was going to turn the rest of that into soup. She told us after dinner last night, but someone clearly wasn’t listening. She gets back from work in an hour, and she’s not going to be happy.”
“You should probably call her and tell her. I’m not gonna do it! This is on you! You know that when she puts it in tupperware, it’s leftovers for lunch—totally fair game! But when it’s wrapped in tin foil, she is going to use it,” said your sister, peering out the window, excitedly waiting for her mom to arrive home. “When she sees this…and after the peanut butter incident from last week? Ooooooh, you’re gonna get it!”
At press time, both you and your sister were blaming the incident on Dad.

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