The other day, I was in the kitchen, having a deep conversation with a Japanese kabocha pumpkin.
While wielding a butcher knife.
Thinking about how good the kabocha would taste roasted.
When all of a sudden.
My mama burst into the kitchen and said, "You scare me when you hold a knife. Let me do it."
And I was like, "Okay, if you want me to not do work, I'm okay with that."
"Also, why am I scary when I hold a knife?"
My mom didn't answer me.
But I have a sneaking suspicion it has to do with how big of a klutz I am.
Happy Halloween, everyone!