Our kitchen counter developed a new chip.  A significant chip, where it must have been hit with some force by something.  Perhaps something dropped.  Certainly would have been understandable.  Certainly forgivable.  Most likely just a simple mistake.

Sadly, we shall never know.  Since no one is talking, since no one is coming clean, we are left to assume the only remaining option.  The poor counter is spontaneously chipping.  A horrible ailment that I hope is not contagious.

“Quick kids, wash your hands!  Especially, if you happened to be around the counter at ‘chipping time.'”

The trap has been set.  Now sit back and watch who scurries quickly to the bathroom sink.  What a clever dad am I.