crispy
I used to babysit for a family of 3 fat children - they were all roly poly, and not in a puppy fat sort of way, more in an impending diagnosis of type II diabetes way. (I'm not slim myself, but these 3 were all spectacularly wobbly blubber mounds)

One night, when their parents had gone out, and I had got the youngest child to sleep, I was trying to get the older two to do their teeth, then I would read them a story each, rather than the single story for them both previously promised. They ignored my entreaties, instead running round and round the lounge like lardy duracell bunnies. The oldest, a girl of 8 or 9 years, was shrieking that she wanted some crisps, which I'd been instructed by the parents not to allow under ANY circumstances. I refused, and picked up middle child, buckling slightly under his weight, and marched upstairs with him, leaving the little girl crying crocodile tears at my cruelty. So, I got his teeth brushed, put him in his bedroom, and said I'd be back in a minute, then ran back down to check on the girl. No sign of her anywhere, and I started to worry.

I went back upstairs to see if her brother was OK, and do a quick check of her room before sending out a search party.

On entering her room, I heard a crunching sound, and I saw her lying on her bed looking shifty. "Did you help yourself to the crisps then?" I asked.
"No! I NEVER ATE ANY CRISPS, AND ANYONE WHO SAYS I DID IS A LIAR!" she shouted. "Are you sure?" I replied. "I DIDN'T HAVE THE CRISPS!" she bellowed in my direction.

I would have believed her, but for the floor being covered in monster munch (hence the crunching as I entered the room and trod on them), the bed was hidden under them, there were empty crisp packets littering the carpet, and she had crisps in her hair, and in her hands. When she shouted at me, crisp particles were spraying from her mouth. Even when I was bathing her later on to remove the crisp residue, she was telling me she hadn't seen any crisps that evening - and I must be "dreaming bad dreams like my mummy does when she thinks I've been bad".
( ascorbate, Tue 2 Nov 2010, 11:16, 3 replies)

.
You can't prove she ate those crisps.
( browser still relating boring anecdotes into a void on, Tue 2 Nov 2010, 11:51, closed)

maybe
the crisps had enough and attacked her, and as you walked in they ceased their onslaught....


poor girl, monster munch crumbs take some getting rid of
(Monkeystrumpet monkey. Monkey, MONKEY!!!, Tue 2 Nov 2010, 12:33, closed)

sounds like a bunch of spoilt brats.
Kids don't raise their voices to grown ups.
( Je suis un vagabond is an unfunny, up your own arse middle class knob, Tue 2 Nov 2010, 15:10, closed)