Mashmallow of Pain
I saw a bag of marshmallows. I took one. Then I had a better idea…toasted marshmallow! I turned on the stove and put a marshmallow on a fork. Mmmmm, mmmm. It was gooey and toasty brown. Just right. Yum. But there was some marshmallow left on the fork. Without thinking, I put the fork in my mouth to lick off the rest of the marshmallow. The searing of flesh could be heard throughout the kitchen. Everyone stopped and stared. My tongue is branded and grooved. It hurts. A lot.
You’d think a fairly smart adult would know better than to put a hot metal fork in her mouth.
Breakfast was very bland.