I entered the kitchen to find the loaf of pumpkin bread I had just baked had been chopped in two and the best bit in the middle stolen.
Me: There’s been a terrible theft in here.
Mom: I know nothing about it.
Me: You’re the mystery buff, the thriller enthusiast. Come in here an analyze this crime scene.
Mom: I don’t have to go in there to solve it.
Mom: You’re interrupting what I’m doing in my armchair.
While I wait for justice and the next loaf to bake I remain,