Mrs. Plant (v.2.0) left for a dog show. I was given a list of how many ounces each dog was to be fed.
I lined my charges up and spoke to them:
“I have here a concise list of how much food each of you is scheduled to receive.”
A tossed the list into the waste basket.
“I have big dog bowls, medium sized dog bowls, and small dog bowls. As of now, each of you is a big dog. Your continued status as a big dog is inversely proportional to how much you mess with me. Do you understand?”
Things went well.