No record of wrongs

In the kitchen, the boys are helping with a thorough pantry clean-up.  I hear one of the boys come up behind me.  Still facing the pantry, I start to give instructions.

Mom – B, please put this in the trash for me.

R – Sure.  I’m R.

Mom – Oh, sorry.  I didn’t turn around to look at you.

R – Don’t worry about it.

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