Every year we go to my grandma’s house and we make cookies im so excited to start this tradition with my daughter. When I told my mom she started to laugh and said remember when you were eight…. trying not to laugh she told the terrible story in front of my in laws. I was eight years old and mixing the cookie dough at the table, grandma said you can sit on your knees on that chair so its easier, I did and next thing I know I was falling head first with a bowl a cookie dough flying right at me. I hit my head on the cabinets, the cookie dough went all over the floor and the bowl landed on my head. It was so embarrassing I went to my room and I hid in there the rest of the night. I always remember that when grandma asks me to sit at the table with her to mix cookies. Now I look back and laugh but I still remember how bad I felt.
Posted by mamabugz, 14th December 2013