#ConfessionFriday
One day... my sister and I threw all the glassware from the kitchen cabinet onto the floor. We had so much fun!
Circa 1988... We were 3 and 4. I have no clue where the idea came from, but Im sure it was ME. Middle of the night... Mom and Big Bro were sleeping peacefully in the back and me & Sis came creeping into the kitchen. I grabbed the old school yellow metal high chair we had, and slid it over to the back of the kitchen where the upper cabinets were. We climbed up the chair and stood up, opened the cabinet doors... and just started tossing all the glasses/cups and plates onto the floor. We were laughin and havin a jolly time!
We probably got thru 15 pieces of stuff before Mom came out. And this is why I Love my Mom so much and also why Im still scared of her...
The kitchen was hardwood and opened to the living room (no counter or anything separating the rooms). Mom came to the edge of the living room, which was carpeted, and paused for a second in shock of what she saw us doing. She originally thought someone was breaking into our apt or had broken in, or somethin like that. But when she saw us in the back of the kitchen on the high chair... me and Sis were stuck with the "Oh crap" face. We panicked and didnt know what to do. So we started to climb down the chair. We didnt think about the fact that there was glass all over the floor and we were in our underclothes. But Mom... being the "protect-my-children first" type of Mother... ran across the kitchen floor to get us. Note, she also didnt have on socks or shoes! She didnt even look at the floor when she came across. She just step-crunched on glass until she got to us, picked us both up and told us not to let go, but then she walked back across a lil more carefully. She sat us down on the living room carpet, checked us to make sure we werent cut, and then she wiped the bottom of her feet like she didnt just walk through a broken glass field. Another note... Mom picked glass from her feet, but there were no deep cuts, not even bloodshed.
A couple things resulted from that whole experience...
1. After making sure we were OK, we got the worst beatings of our lives. Which was weird... because Mom was crying the whole time she was beating us. She kept saying: "Dont you ever scare me like that again!"
Hang on... now that I think about it... I dont remember Sis getting beat! I think Mom just beat me cuz I was the ringleader.
2a. The Faith in me says God was all up in that thing... and that's why Mom walked on glass to save us and none of us were hurt.
2b. The comic in me says what the heck was wrong with my Mom's feet! No blood? No cut? Like, she must have been 25 years late on a pedicure! Geez
3. We werent allowed back in the kitchen for a while. Even today... if I go to Mom's house to eat, she will get the plate and tell me to just sit down!
<That's all to the story. BUT... After writing all this, I realize that MY confession also exposes my Sister. My bad!>