Living with kids has taught me one very valuable life lesson:
Sometimes, it’s just best not know certain things….
My darling daughter was in the kitchen the other evening, when she started to laugh and then said “Mom, I have something to tell you, but maybe I shouldn’t…”
My mind went Mom-anoid (paranoid mom thoughts) right away…. Oh god, what happened?? Drugs? Boys? A fight in school?
I told her she had to tell me now, she couldn’t leave me hanging like that.
And so she told me a little story:
Once, back in the spring, she was hungry and decided to have a bowl of yogurt. Now, I love me some yogurt and buy that shit in the biggest tubs available. And she hates that briney liquid that seeps to the top of it, so as she was attempting to pour out the liquid into the sink when BLOOP, the whole container of yogurt went with it.
She panicked. OH NO, Mom is gonna RAGE she thought, and started scooping up the yogurt with her hands, back into the container. She hastily rinsed out the evidence, stirred the yogurt up with aaaalllllll the yummy delicious sink bacteria and tossed it back in the fridge….
I (who by the way am the biggest germaphobe I know) remained oblivious, and devoured my beloved and now contaminated sink-yogurt over the next few days, completely unaware of said crime.
I sat there, listening to this, my mouth hanging open in complete awe and disgust while she laughed her butt off. What else could I do at that time but laugh as well….
In closing, I’d like to thank my mom who ingrained in me the need to clean my sink out on a regular basis, or otherwise I might have died a slow tortuous food-poisoning death…..