On Mother's Day, as I was getting ready to make some delicious stuffed french toast, I pulled out the knife from the block. Apparently it was a little too quick and the knife slid through my hand and sliced my hand pretty good. I had to get a few stitches and my hand was bandaged up for about 2 weeks.
Anyway, one of my kindergarteners asked about how I cut my hand. I told her the story. She looks me in the eye and says, "I guess you aren't allowed to use knives anymore." I guess not-- the 6 year old told me not to.
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