Disgusted, Aislinn stared at the moldy bread on the counter. “I go away for a week, and this is what I come home to?”
Unabashed, Mitchell grinned at his mother. “I’m experimenting! Like Pasteur. Maybe that’s penicillin.”
Aislinn cocked an eyebrow. “Nice try, buddy. Garbage. Now. No more kitchen experiments!”
This dribble was inspired by the picture.