Emma opened the cooler, removed the sandwiches and let out a small gasp.
“What is it, Emma?”
“Oh, Mum. I forgot to cut the crusts off. I’m terribly, terribly sorry.”
“No problem, sweetie. Hand them to your father. Kyle, give your father back the red spoony-knifey thingy.”
“Yes, Mum.”
“Raymond, please use your red plastic thingy and cut the crusts off the sandwiches.”
I looked at her and she looked at me.
Fucking hell.
“Yes, Mother.” And so I trimmed off the crusts.