No more Sunday Stories. :(

   I'm having a hard time posting Sunday Stories.  My whole life is an interesting story, and condensing that is hard for me to do.   I'm pretty sure I'm gonna keep posting all my other weekly posts, they are fun and not so difficult for me.

Sunday Story Number 2. (Late)

Okay.  So this Sunday story in actually a Monday story.  I couldn't think of a story to tell yesterday.  I've decided to tell a story from when I was four years old that left me with a 1 1/4" scar on my eyebrow.

    When I was young, one of my rules was always "No running in the house".  As much as I tried to obey, there is something about little feet that is hard to keep them at a walk.  One particular Sunday I was with my mom and she reminded me not to run in the house.  I ate a meal (don't remember if it was breakfast or lunch) with my mom, and as we were eating my friend who was at the house reminded me not to run in the house.  After we were done eating I helped my mom clear the table.  While I was cleaning I was reminded for yet a third time not to be running in the house.  Well, as you probably already guessed, I promptly ran straight to the table to get the hot sauce.  Right before I got to the table I slipped and smashed my eyebrow directly into the edge of the glass coffee table.  Since it was a head wound it bled way more than if it had been anywhere else.  Since I was only four it was pretty traumatizing to see all the blood.  I remember blood getting in my eye and making everything red for a while.  My mom sat with me for a while holding the skin together and comforting me.  My friend went out on his bike riding from store to store trying to find butterfly band-aids.  Since it was Sunday most stores were closed and it took him a while.

  So, this story has a moral.  Obey your parents.  And also, running in the house isn't the smartest idea especially when you are short.

Sunday Story 1. How to Cure the Hiccups.

Starting today I am going to post an interesting/comical story about my past every Sunday.  These are going to to be in no particular chronological order, just how I think of them.
This story is pretty short.  I think its funny though.
When I was about 4 months old I had an awful case of the hiccups.  At this time I was not eating any foods yet.  My mom had been trying for quite a while to help my hiccups go away but they WOULD NOT GO AWAY.  I was sitting in her lap while she was eating.  Outwardly I was ignoring the food, but inside, I was sizing up the chocolate pudding.  All of the sudden, before my mom could do anything, I snatched up a spoon, sunk it into the chocolate pudding and took a great big bite.  Immediately, my hiccups vanished.
So now you know the yummiest way to cure the hiccups!