A Troubling Course Of Reasoning

(My mum has just called (screamed) me into the kitchen.)

Me: “What?”

Mum: “You already know what. Apologise to [Brother]!”

Me: “What for?”

Mum: “I don’t want excuses. Just do it!”

Me: “But I genuinely don’t know why.” *to Brother* “What have I done?”

Brother: “I don’t know. I was just sitting her and she suddenly turned into a foghorn.”

Me: “Well, I’m not apologising until I know why.”

Mum: “Surely you know!”

(I shake my head.)

Mum: “[Brother]?”

(He shakes his head.)

Mum: “Well, it must be something. Didn’t you do it yesterday? Oh, whatever it is. You haven’t been in trouble in a while so you’re due.”

(So I’m in trouble for not being in trouble… great. I can’t wait till I’m old enough to move out.)