My mother and the raisin thief

In honor of my mother on Mother's Day I shall tell you the tale of my mother and the raisin thief.

My mother loves cinnamon raisin bread. One morning I came down to the kitchen to find my mother very confused and investigating a loaf of cinnamon raisin bread.

"Where are the raisins? Do you see this? It looks like someone picked them out."

I looked at the bread and confirmed that there were no raisins but it did look like there were at some point. My mother had just bought the loaf and she was not happy with her defective bread.

She brought the loaf back to the supermarket and showed an employee her raisin-less bread. The man looked at the loaf and then at the bag and said "Ma'am this is just cinnamon bread. You grabbed the wrong one".

Mystery solved! There was no raisin thief after all.

I love this story because this is totally something I would do and my mother found the whole situation hilarious because it is.

Happy Mother's Day mom! I hope you enjoy a nice piece of cinnamon raisin toast today.