Keaton, running back into the house, bottle of Slim-Fast in hand (no, she’s not dieting, she likes them): “Who drank half a Slim-Fast and put it back?!”

“Um, YOU. I was nice enough to put it in the fridge for you after you left it in the van.”
Keat, digging through the refrigerator: “No! Then there would be one left! (Pause) Oh, found it–sorry, mom, thanks!”
Runs back outside.
Deep breathing will be necessary for the next decade or so, I believe….