Steve invited his mother over for dinner and introduced her to his exceptionally handsome roommate, Peter.
Throughout the evening, Mom couldn’t help but notice the intense chemistry between the two. Suspicious, she later pulled Steve aside and asked if they were more than just roommates. Steve firmly denied it, insisting, “We’re just roommates, Mom, I promise.”
A week later, Peter approached Steve with a puzzled look. “Hey, do you know where our nice silver soup ladle went? It’s been completely missing since your mom came over. You don’t think she accidentally packed it, do you?”
Though skeptical, Steve decided to send his mother a quick, diplomatic email:
“Dear Mom, I’m not saying you ‘did’ or ‘didn’t’ take our silver ladle, but the fact remains it’s been missing ever since you had dinner with us. Love, Steve.”
The very next day, he received a brilliant reply:
“Dear Steve, I’m not saying you ‘are’ or ‘are not’ sleeping with Peter. But the fact remains that if he had been sleeping in his own bed this past week, he would have found the soup ladle under his sheets a long time ago. Love, Mom.”
