It All Comes Out In The Wash

(I’m in the kitchen, making drinks for my mum, my dad, and myself. Mum has just left the kitchen after putting a load of laundry in the washing-machine, which is now filling, quite loudly, behind me.)

Mum: *calls my name and adds something unintelligible*

Me: “I can’t hear you because of the washing machine!”

(I leave the kitchen, kettle in hand, to go to the bottom of the stairs in order to hear mum’s repeated question.)

Mum: “That’s all right, then! I couldn’t remember if I’d turned the washing machine on!”