I walk into the kitchen, and startle Craig. He's standing at the toaster, and I've caught him putting Pop-Tarts in it.
"Craig! What are you doing?!!!"
"I'm, uh, making Pop-Tarts."
"I can see that. Dinner is in 20 minutes. Why are you making a snack?"
"Craig, you know better then to have a snack this close to dinner."
"I'm not! It's, um, for my breakfast tomorrow. I'm toasting them now, so they'll be warm when I get out of bed in the morning."