That was funny. I was chewing an apple that came up and out through my nose.
We did some really dumb stuff that had our mothers gray hair by the time they were 30. Looking back on it, my mom used to cry a lot. Sometimes she'd put me and my brother in the car and drive us to the orphanage, crying all the way there, then stop at the door and tell us to get out. But, she wouldn't really make us get out. She'd drive us back home, crying all the way, and when we'd get home, she'd lay down on her bed and cry, and me and my brother would go back outside with our friends and do something else that made her and our friends mothers cry until our dads got home, and then our moms would laugh while our fathers made us all cry. Things changed once we were old enough to start school. Then our mothers smiled all of the time and our teachers cried.