It was Friday night, and I had just finished reading Charlie a couple of books before bed. After we were done, he decided he was thirsty. I headed off to the kitchen and poured him a small glass of milk. When I turned around to put the milk away he was digging through the fridge.
“Dad, I’m hungry”
“Charlie, I don’t think we have anything you can eat tonight.”
“Dad, Look at all of these leftovers.” said as he was tearing into the stacks of stryrofoam containers in our fridge.
He spotted something that he thought looked good, and pulled out the leftover chicken chunks container from the Buffalo Wings place.
“Look Dad, Chicken!”
I took them away thinking that they might be too spicy.
“Charlie, I think that might be too spicy.”
Then from the family room Lori yelled, “The chicken shouldn’t be spicy, he can have it.”
Ok, cool. I pulled out a fork and hacked a hunk off.
“Open up Charlie.”
Like a baby bird, his mouth opened wide and I popped the chicken in.
Have you ever seen a four and a half year old try to rip the insides of his mouth out with his fingers while jumping in circles, screaming and crying?
Well, that’s what I got to see. I finally managed to grab him and get him to spit the chicken out. He looked at me with the most hurt and angry look I think I’ve ever seen from him. Still crying he started spitting and yelling “Spicy!” hack gag hack “Spicy!!”
I grabbed his milk and had him take a drink which he immediately gagged on and spit on the floor. Lori came running up to help, and looked at me with a incredibly puzzled look and said “It wasn’t spicy!!”
We finally got him settled down, had him drink some milk and gave him a few potato chips to help kill the heat. That’s when it hit Lori.
“Oh No, that was the chicken that we brought home from the restaurant the other night because they made it too spicy for me to eat. Oh no.”
Yeah, that’s how my wife nearly killed my son.
Unintential sadist — poor Charlie!
of course my question… why would you bring home chicken that was too spicy to eat? Did she think it would get less spicy in the fridge? Or was she planning on trying to kill you instead of Charlie?
“P-E-T-R-O-L ….that’s a funny way to spell water!” {{FOOM!}} (Charlie, now a pillar of ash, dissolves into a small pile)