I was strolling into the kitchen.
“Huh” I said.
My mother: Look how clean this pot is.
I looked. It did look clean shiny too not a speck of food.
Me: You cleaned it?
Ok dumb question. Although in my defense my mind was racing if I washed a pot earlier. My mind was coming up blank.
My mother: I didn’t
Me: So I did?
My mind was still racing if one of those breakfast dishes was a pot.
My mother:Look how clean it is that’s how a pot should be cleaned.
My mind now shifted to I forgot but I did an excellent job. That is good.
My mother: He did.
She pointed to BF.
My mother: That’s how a pot should look like.
Me: You are still washing it?
My mother: Of course.
I then took BF and GF out to pee and poop. BF was proud of himself.