She interrupted my repetitive tuneless chanting and spoon banging creative music session with banal enquiries about who wanted the last pancake.
Didn't bother replying since any idiot could see that I still had two grapes on my plate. Ate grapes. Ate little sister's grapes. Demanded Requested more milk. Informed on big brother for wiping nose on sleeve, and nodded smugly while he was reprimanded. Wailed when he made frowning face at me. Drank milk. Did colouring. Watched brother finish pancake. Considered informing on his poor usage of cutlery but got distracted by sudden pang of hunger decided to be magnanimous.
Looked round for my pancake. Plate empty! Raised alarm by means of howling. Mother failed to meet minimum response time, indeed failed even to recognise severity of situation and continued, like a blundering ostrich, to faff about at the sink. Realised she was washing up THE PANCAKE PAN! Code-black! Screamed and threw self, flailing and frothing, on the floor.
Mother's interrogation techniques so flawed she failed to ascertain even the basic facts and claimed I was tired. TIRED? If I was tired I'd have gone to sleep last night, for God's sake. Mother then callously went to work, leaving me with Grandma. Incompetence clearly genetic, as Grandma actually offered to make more pancakes. Unbelievable. Can no-one grasp that I want LAST pancake not MORE pancake?
Mother due home in an hour. AIBU to be plotting my revenge?
Signed DS2, age 3.