Today, mom's brain has been sleeping on the job too.
She appeared out of the kitchen with a plate and soup ladle in hand, and walked towards the dining room where bread and jam are sitting on the table.

Me: Eh, since when did you boil soup?
Mom: *Gives me a what-are-you-talking-about face*
Me: Why are you holding the ladle?
Mom: *Looks at the ladle* Eh, i thought this was the knife for the butter!
One must be really drunk on sleep to NOT realise that that big-ass ladle shares no resemblance to a butter knife!
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