Tonight it is actually not them, but me. The last few nights?
The big one claimed a potato mysteriously materialized in his pajama pants. Then he produced the potato. It is sitting on the kitchen counter now. Friday night, he saw it there while I was cooking dinner and asked what I was going to do with it.
I answered, "Cook it up and serve it to you!" He looked shocked. I said, "Well, then... Don't go putting perfectly good food in your pants then if you don't plan on eating it later."