Hmmm…

Karen happens upon suspicious little brown substances on the floor. She gently picks one up and smells it.

“Ah, good!” she says to herself, before going over to the bin.

Her husband overhears, and looks over.

“That should be chocolate.”

“Well, I know it is now.”

“What disturbs me is that you smelled it when it could’ve been the other…”

“They’re the extremes I go to everyday as a mother, baby.”

“Your extremes are nasty.”