Okay, okay I'm being dramatic.
But it could have happened
It might have happened
Master T had a pie one night and left the whole packet out overnight. On the bench. 3 chicken pies just sitting there. Overnight.
Get the picture? See where this is going?
So, naturally I am up early, see said pies and go to chuck them away. "But wait" I think to myself. "Hmm, let's see if said teenager confesses to his crime". I envisage him coming downstairs, thinking "oh oh" and throwing them in the bin. + or - a confession.
Wrong, wrong, wrong
Said teenager returns pies to freezer. I know because I looked for them when I got home.
"Do you have something to tell me?" I said
"What did you do with the pies"
"Oh, I put them in the freezer"
"You do know if we ate those after being left out all night we would die?"
"I thought maybe I shouldn't have done it. I was going to throw them out"
Okay so he had a bit of a lecture about the evils of bacteria, of meat, of "Death By Chicken".
What if I hadn't seen them on the bench? What if my Mummy Eagle Eye had failed me?
I feel a bit sick just thinking about it. Got to love teenagers
ciao for now
just Martha xx
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