So the Dear Girl went into the kitchen. I heard her rummaging briefly and then there was the clattering of objects to the floor. There wasn’t any screaming so I called out:
Are you okay in there?
Yes, I’m fine!
Are you sure? No falling knives to stab yourself in the foot or anything?
Nope it’s all good! No knife stabbing my foot!
Well, it’s not out of the realm of possibilities in this house. Not even for the 15 year old.
Then the Darling Girl pipes in with her stuffy nose:
Hey Mob! Remebber wed I stadd myself wid a fork an-duh you hadduh codduh me?
Yeah. ::blows nose:: I stab-dud myself with a fork in-d my shoulder an-duh you coddled me for an hour? You made me mac-nnnn-duh-cheese.
I remember most injuries but that one, not in my immediate recall abilities. But Dear Girl backs it up.
Then they got to reminiscing about ER trips due to cutting fruit.
Ah, I love it when the girls bond. 💜🤕