Now, That's a Tasty Waffle

In a pool of syrup, the fork was finishing up the job, slicing through remains, preparing for those mutiliated parts in the earliest hours of dawn to be eaten. Such a murderous animus object it was...or was it the fork? Either the fork or...

"Oh my God! What are you doing to those poor waffles?!"
 
A witness had appeared at the crime scene, charging forth the criminal with all force. It was my mother doing her best to...eat away the evidence.

"That's not how you do it! You do it like this!" Like a partner in crime (instead of a real witness who would have smashed in my skull by now), my mother stabbed into the last waffle piece I had on my plate, smiling maliciously as she ate it. "Mmm. Now that's a tasty waffle."