Ours are almost ALWAYS centred around food for some reason. Usually it's because he's eaten the whole pack of biscuits or something.

A few years ago when we were living in a studio flat I accidentally bought a bag of mouldy satsumas but didn't notice until I got home. A silly argument ensued which resulted in me throwing the whole bag of fruit across the flat to splatter half on our clean drying washing and half on the wall. It took forever to clean off.

Last night our dinner featured mashed potato and when it was presented to me I commented on the lack of black pepper in the mash (I fucking love black pepper) and just said oh I'll go get some. Oh no. I should have just eaten my BLAND mashed potato apparently.