Kat: Why are you using the new soap when we haven’t finished the last one?
F: What makes you think I’m using the new soap?
Kat: C’mon! Are you kidding me?
Kat: You’re using the new one, why don’t you just admit it instead making me do this with you?
F: I’m not.
Kat: You are.
F: Why do you think that?
Kat: The new one is out of its wrapper and sitting in the dish next to the old one.
F: I was just getting it ready.
Kat: No, you weren’t. You take out the new one because you don’t want to finish the old one, so I’m left doing it or mashing it into the new one.
F: I’m not using the new one.
Kat: Then why do you smell different than the usual soap?
F: I don’t know.
Kat: Please! Just admit it and stop the insanity.
F: Who are you? The soap police.
Kat: No, I just get sick of always being the one who finishes stuff that you don’t like or don’t want to deal with anymore. It’s not just the soap, it’s food or chores or bureaucracy. Not only that, but I don’t know why you lie about the stupidest stuff when you know I’m going to prove you wrong.
F: You’re not.
Kat: Then tell me how there are bubbles and suds around the new soap that you supposedly never used. (Showing him the soap) Did a ghost come in the house and use it?
F: I don’t know. (Turns away) I don’t get into such technical things.
Kat: I bet you’re looking forward to the day when we have kids.
F: I am, but why do you say that?
Kat: Because then you can blame everything on the kids, it won’t be just you and me and the ghost.