Relatives Are Really A Puzzle

I was at a flea market at closing time. A vendor offered me two kindergarten-level puzzles for free. I declined, saying I didn’t know any small children. He insisted I take them, so I thanked him and accepted them just to end the conversation.

I took them home and forgot about them.

A while later, a relative by marriage visited us, bringing her children who were aged seven and ten. The kids found the puzzles and started playing with them. I did not care; I had no attachment to the puzzles.  

Their mother was incensed.

Relative: “My kids put together 1000-piece puzzles!”

Me: “That’s nice. I did not give them these. They just grabbed them.”

And when they left, they took them with them.