I've been making dinner every Sunday ever since I was 8.
Heaven knows why my parents trusted an 8 year old with a knife, with only the supervision of her 13 and occasionally 15 year old sisters.
I had the privilege to make sweet and sour chicken tonight.
I noticed I had to go out to the garage to get some pineapple from our can rack.
Which mean I had to go out into the pouring rain.
I grab my Daddy's shoes and my umbrella and I endure the rain.
I usually grab the first can, and then with my other hand I always hold the second can in case the second can decides to have a mind of his own and comes crashing and tumbling on top of me.
But not this time, my right hand was holding the umbrella and I grabbed the pineapple can...
*BAM*
*BING*
AHHHH!!!!!!!!
*BOOM*
*SMASH*
UGGGGHHAHHHHHCCCCKKK!!!!
*THUMP*
AAAAAACCCCCKKKKK!!!!!
I jumped and danced to the beat of pineapple cans attempting to smash my toes, with my parents unaware of my distress because of the heavy beating of the rain.
I muttered to myself as I put all of the cans back into the can rack, and I go back inside to resume making dinner.
Can rack-1 Emily-0.
Heaven knows why my parents trusted an 8 year old with a knife, with only the supervision of her 13 and occasionally 15 year old sisters.
I had the privilege to make sweet and sour chicken tonight.
I noticed I had to go out to the garage to get some pineapple from our can rack.
Which mean I had to go out into the pouring rain.
I grab my Daddy's shoes and my umbrella and I endure the rain.
I usually grab the first can, and then with my other hand I always hold the second can in case the second can decides to have a mind of his own and comes crashing and tumbling on top of me.
But not this time, my right hand was holding the umbrella and I grabbed the pineapple can...
*BAM*
*BING*
AHHHH!!!!!!!!
*BOOM*
*SMASH*
UGGGGHHAHHHHHCCCCKKK!!!!
*THUMP*
AAAAAACCCCCKKKKK!!!!!
I jumped and danced to the beat of pineapple cans attempting to smash my toes, with my parents unaware of my distress because of the heavy beating of the rain.
I muttered to myself as I put all of the cans back into the can rack, and I go back inside to resume making dinner.
Can rack-1 Emily-0.
Poor Emily! I had no idea the trauma you were suffering in the garage.
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