![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() A few months ago, just before I finished seventh grade, my parents got it into their heads that after school was out for the summer, we had to go to this weeklong family camp in the mountains, just the three of us. My mother said, “Max, what did you do to it? All you have to do is put it in boiling water.” I said, “You mean the water has to boil first?” My father took out his phone and said, “Pizza or Vietnamese?” I said, “Pizza.” They both said, “Vietnamese.” I said, “Okay, but with egg noodles,” and they got those same weird looks on their faces and said together, “No noodles!” So it was a Vietnamese with brown rice night. They tried to be polite and eat a little of it, but as they chewed they got these really weird looks on their faces and finally they just spit it into their napkins. One time I made some to surprise my parents, and it was the most horrible stuff I’ve ever tasted in my life. Except for the time I decided I didn’t want to be a good kid anymore. But then, I’m the one who sat on the plate of spaghetti.Īnyway, I’m Max. ![]() All right, I’m going to tell you this story, and you tell me if you think it’s funny. ![]()
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