(As we are sitting down to eat spaghetti.)
Mabel: Where's the bread?
Me: There isn't any.
Mabel: But where is it?
Me: We don't have any.
Mabel: You're going to hurt my feelings...
Me: I'm really sorry, but we don't have any.
Mabel: You're gonna make me cry...
Me: I'm sorry. Do you want something else?
Mabel: We could go to the mall and get me new shoes.