Mexplosion

(My family has gone to eat at a Mexican restaurant, and we’ve ordered a shared fried ice cream for dessert. I’m chipping away at the tortilla bowl it comes in when I jab a bit too hard and send shards of tortilla and lumps of ice cream everywhere.)

Sister: “Geez, [My Name], we can’t take you anywhere!”

Me: “Remind me, when exactly was the last time something like this happened?”

Sister: “Well… never?”

Me: “Exactly. It was an accident. At least none of it got on anyone, right?”

(We check, and this seems, miraculously, to be the case.)

Me: “And now I know what the breaking strength of these tortilla bowls is!”

Mom: “There’s a tortilla chunk in my purse!”