The Perfidy of Marmot Dads

We got invited to go to the pool with Max and his family on Friday. E made snacks for everyone to share--graham crackers and peanut butter, a family favorite. In my haste, however, I left them on the counter as we were rushing out the door. E asked as we were pulling into the parking lot if I had forgotten them.

Me: Oh no! I did! Daddy will probably eat them because he won't know they were our pool snacks. (Marmot Pa was home watching Marmot Babe.)

E: Why would he do that?

Me: (somewhat unfairly) Oh, that's just how he is.

E: Yeah, he's always eating the LAST cookie or the LAST scoop of ice cream or something.

M: (out of the blue) (and with a deeeeeep sigh) He's a hard Daddy to live with.

E: He sure is.