(My family has a magnet on the dishwasher that says clean when turned one way and dirty when turned the other. One day, I go to get a snack and find no clean plates. The dishwasher magnet is turned to clean, though, so I pull a plate out of the dishwasher and use that. When I’m done eating, I start unloading the dishwasher. My sister walks in and looks at what I’m doing in confusion.)
Sister: “Why are you unloading the dishwasher?”
Me: “Because that’s what you do with clean dishes.”
Sister: “But they’re not… Oh. Oops!”
Me: *stopping unloading* “Oops?”
Sister: *looking guilty* “I may have forgotten to turn the magnet around.”
Me: *thinking that at least the plate was rinsed* “All right. Help me get the dirty dishes back in the dishwasher.”
Sister: *still looking guilty*
Me: “[Sister]. What is it?”
Sister: “[Dog] may have licked off some of the dishes.”
Me: “Ew! He licks his own butt! I ate off one of those plates.”
Sister: *still looking guilty*
Me: “There’s more?”
Sister: “When I took him for a walk earlier… I swear I stopped him as soon as I could, but…”
Me: “What did he eat?”
Sister: “Some other dog’s poop.”
Me: *leaving the dishes* “Okay, this is now officially your mess to clean up. Excuse me while I go throw up.”
(I wish I could say she was more careful with the magnet after that, but she was not. At least I learned to always check if the dishes are actually clean.)