me: Hey, you never washed off the cashews for me.
Ming: You really wanted me to do that?
Ming: I thought you were kidding.
me: Why would I be kidding?
Ming: Because then they would be all wet.
me: Yeah, then I’d dry them off.
Ming: But then they’d be all blotted.
me: Just a little bit. Not too many.
me: Why do you put them in the bowl I hate?*
Ming: Because I’m going to wash them off.
me: How does that make sense?
Ming: Then I’ll put them into a bowl you love!
*I call the small metal mixing bowls “doggie bowls” and don’t ever want to eat out of them.