"That is a horrible, wicked and vicious act to perpetrate upon a sentient being."

All this because I ate the last of the chocolate chip cookies.

Don't blame me, I told my husband. It's not my fault you have better self-control than I do.

Besides, it was literally begging to be eaten.

It would seem that we have an inexplicable phobia in our house - no one wants to be the one to eat the last one of anything.

What do you call that?