We must have a poltergeist

Upon her return from school, Rissa makes her way into the kitchen.  I am writing in the dining room.

“There’s leftover tosada stuff in the fridge and some cherry tomatoes,”  I direct from my post at the laptop.  Après school snack reminders are much needed for my child, who, when her blood-sugar is low, can forget things.

“Mother!! OH MY GOD!“

“What?”  I get up to see what the fuss is about.

“DUDE!” she says, indicating the room at large.  “Every cupboard is open!”

I glance around.   It is impressive.  The dishwasher is open, a drawer in the island, the tableware cupboard, the spice cupboard,  the cutlery drawer…

“We must have a poltergeist…?” I posit.

Rissa rolls her eyes.  “What were you doing?”

Both David and Rissa have mocked me mercilessly about my tendency towards Les Placards Ouverts.  Sometimes, I might forget to close cupboard doors. I inherited this family trait from my Aunt Bea. I will admit that this particular instance was truly spectacular, even for me.  I get distracticated.  Usually though, it’s a door, maybe two.  I think I was mid putting-things-away.

“You need a snack,” Rissa says to me.  “And I’m totally taking pictures of this.”

This is what “distracticated” looks like.

I would like to state for the record that the under-the-sink cupboard is NOT open.