I seem to have a bit of a cold. It's not horrible, but I'm definitely not in tip top shape. I decided to make myself some chicken noodle soup, because chicken noodle soup always seems to help. When it was done, I scooped it into a bowl. I put it on the table, and was about to start eating it, when I heard a voice.
"Mama, I need you!" It was my son.
I put down the spoon and went upstairs to see what he needed. Apparently he was having some trouble with his homework. I sat down and helped him.
When I was done, I went back to my bowl of soup. Except the bowl was empty. "Who ate my soup?" I asked.
I looked at my daughter. "I didn't," she said.
I looked at Schultz, our German Shepherd. He cocked his head and looked at me like he had no idea what I was talking about.
Then I looked at my husband who was parked on the couch in front of the TV. "Did you eat my soup?"
He ignored me. I'm thinking he's the one who ate my soup. What do you think?
(I had to settle for a bowl of instant oatmeal which I almost blew up in the microwave - but that's another story.)