Oh this reminds me of a story from my youth, which I don’t Actually Remember Happening, but it has been recounted to me.
Basically when me and my bro were little, once, my mom had been making us supper. and she left the room for a minute for something, and when she came back, my brother was standing on a chair, and I was passing him green beans, which he was setting on the blades of the ceiling fan.
Now, when my mother saw this, she did what any respectable parent would do, and told us to sit our butts down and wait til our dad gets home.
Not much later, dad got home from work, ready to sit down to supper.
And mom sighs and goes, “honey, it’s hot in here, would you turn the fan on?”
Not much later, dad
got home from work, ready to
sit down to supper.
Beep boop! I look for accidental haiku posts. Sometimes I mess up.
