I start eating my cereal. Mum is sitting there waiting for something. In between mouthfuls I ask, "What's wrong? Why aren't you eating?"
"I need some milk, don't I?"
"It's on your cereal, Mum."
"On my cereal?..... On the cereal?"
And so she quickly tips her pineapple juice onto her cereal and my voice reaches an octave I haven't heard since my balls dropped.