At dinner we play this fun game we made up called Guess the Tupperware. It started one evening when Dad claimed, with genuine pride and admiration, ‘Your mother has a great eye for the right-sized box for leftovers.’ So now when she heads off to get the Tupperware from the drawer, Dad and I begin a drumroll. It starts off slow but as she approaches we get louder, until we’re banging on the table like we are in the pub watching a football cup final. She tries to pack all the food away but this time she’s misjudged it; the carbonara needs an additional, slightly smaller box. And in response Dad
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