My mom used to get frustrated at all the rocks I put in the kitchen when I got home because she thought they were dirty so she started putting all the new ones in the dishwasher for me once a week before I had to take them to my room and at one point my dad found the silverware caddy full of rocks and was like “why are there rocks in the dishwasher?” And my mom was like “I didn’t want dirty rocks on the counter” and then he was like “why were there rocks on the counter?” And I was like “I ran out of room in my pockets” and then he was like “thanks none of that explains anything” and just left the rocks there and grabbed a spoon out of the sink instead of thinking about the rocks any further.
