Where fruit stickers go

I was cradling Sophie in the kitchen, minding my business, when Luna, who was finishing up her breakfast, had a revelation. Where did the damn stickers come from? One clung to the edge of our fruit bowl. Another curled up at the edge of the sink. She’d wondered for weeks. Then she knew.

It was me, apple eater, peeling off stickers and blithely putting them wherever they wanted to be.

I zipped around the kitchen, laughing, to tidy up my work.