it's complicated

She confronts me with her arms crossed.
"Why are you trying to blacken my pots"
"What? That doesnt make sense, what do you mean?"
"You're weird. I know you're trying to blacken them."
"I have no idea what you're talking about, I'm not trying to blacken your pots"

It's the first night of my wife being away on vacation, and I am running around the kitchen, preparing dinner, monitoring homework production, and getting tomorrows lunches ready.

"Whats that smell?" It's the oldest. His arms are crossed just like hers.
"I'm trying to blacken your Mother's pots.