So, our Sunday afternoon activity this week was reminiscent of an activity 20 years ago when my brother Steev sent us a package of habanero peppers to eat. Back then, only two people took the challenge (Scott Nielsen and Jill Whiting). The response from the two of them went something like this:
Scott: Aaaaaaaaaaaggghhhh! (He did say the next day was worse).
Jill: Aaaaaaaaaaaggghhhh! (Crying, more screaming, more crying)
After observing the reactions from those two, I declined to try one of the self-inflicted torture devices. Yesterday, however, I decided I had somehow become more tough in the twenty+ years since then, and my sons convinced me it would be a family-bonding moment. These were the results of that decision:
Me: Aaaaaaaaaaaggghhhh! What was I thinking?
Son #1: Aaaaaaaaaaaggghhhh! (laughing at me screaming and shooting flaming milk out his nose)
Son #2: Aaaaaaaaaaaggghhhh! Aaaaaaaaaaaggghhhh! It’s worse than jalapenos!
Daughter #1 (not Kate) : Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaggggggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhh! Now crying because she wiped her lips with a rag and then wiped her face with the same rag.
Son #3:: I got this. Oh, yeah, I got-oh…NO! Aaaaaaaaaaaggghhhh! (Run to the sink and drink from the tap)
Guest #1: Hmmm. Not too bad. I’ll have another (I think she put it in her pocket when we weren’t looking)…
Guest #2: Silence. Run to the bathroom. Throw up a lot. Come out and tell the other guests it’s time to leave.
So, a few lessons to take away:
- Why humans ever thought this was a good idea to put lava into our mouths is beyond me.
- Why I decided to jump on a nimwit bandwagon and drag my family along is beyond me.
- Does anyone know where to buy some ghost peppers?