This did not happen in the house I live in, but not mentioning any names.

Overheard at dinner:

Sister #1:  “My corn tastes funny.  Does your corn taste funny?”

Sister #2: “It tastes fine to me.”

Sister #1: “Taste this,” grimacing.  “Taste my corn.”

Sister #2:  “I’ll take your corn.”

Scooping it onto her plate #1, spots something red.  “It’s my Colace*!”

*stool softener