N (fiddling with the cord to the blinds which has somehow gotten wrapped around the handle to the rice cooker): “What’s going on here? How did this even happen?”
Me: I have no idea. I didn’t do it.
N: Then who did it?
Me: …I think it was a poltergeist.
N: That explains so much! When I ran out of clean buttondown shirts for work last week–poltergeist!
Me: (Nods solemnly in agreement)