A Cutting Remark

Back when I was entering the terrible teenage years, my mom and I were having a long, yelling fight about picking up after myself. She slammed a drawer, but as soon as it went in, it bounced right back out, sending forks and knives everywhere, causing a small cut on her little finger.

Mom: “SON OF A B****!”

Me: “Yes, mother?”

I ran into my room giggling while her sudden increase in heart rate sent blood flying through the room like a squirt gun. I was soooo grounded, but it was soooo worth it.