Jenny went downstairs and sat at the kitchen table. Her eyes lit up as she discovered that she was having oatmeal. But she noticed that there was no silverware at the table.
"May I please have a spoon?" she asked her mother.
"What's a spoon?" asked her mother.
"You know, a piece of silverware to eat with?" asked Jenny.
"Silverwhat?" asked her mother. "Why do you want something to help you eat, are your hands broken?" asked her mother as she put her hands into her bowl of oatmeal and started shoveling it into her mouth, making a mess on the table, the floor, the front of herself and the area around her mouth.
Jenny, not asking any more questions, followed suit. She started using her hands to shovel oatmeal into her mouth, finding that she seemed to have forgotten basic table manners. As she ate, she seemed to be making a mess not unlike her mother's.
When her mother finished eating, she got up, farted loudly, then walked towards the front door.
"I'm going to work now, Jenny." she said.
"Aren't you going to wash up a little first? asked Jenny.
Her mother looked down at herself, then looked at her face in the mirror, seeing that she was covered in oatmeal. "I look fine to me." she said. "And so do you. If you hurry and get ready, I'll drop you off at school."
Jenny hurried to grab her bag.