I Don't Know

There is a mysterious, unknown entity that lives in practically every home. It’s called ‘I Don’t Know’. I have never actually seen this elusive creature but I’m certain it is somewhere in my house. And it gets blamed for all manner of offenses or I’m directed to it for my answers.

‘Who broke my favourite mug?’ ‘I don’t know.’

‘Where are my slippers?’ ‘I don’t know.’

‘Do I need to pick up toilet paper this week?’ ‘I don’t know.’

‘Where is the small orange plate?’ ‘I don’t know.’

‘Who ate all my yoghurt?’ ‘I don’t know.’

If anyone ever finds this bothersome entity, please give him/her a kick in the butt for me. And tell them to stop breaking my stuff, stop eating my food, start answering my questions when asked and to stop hiding things from me. Thank you.