How do really well behaved kids learn their middle name? I'm sure mine only know from being told off… #thoughtoftheday
— Carole-Heidi📚 (@caroleheidi) September 29, 2013
This tweet, by Carole Holland, got RT-ed into my timeline this afternoon.
It made me laugh so much I almost choked on a piece of candy.
It actually reminded me of an incident that happened a long time ago, when I still worked at the Butchery.
It was 2 days before Christmas. We’ve had been busy for days and I hadn’t gotten around to buying groceries. My mom, being the good woman she is, had taken my shopping list and gotten out to buy my groceries.
I lived on the other side of town, so she thought she’d bring them by, while I was at work.
I was so busy I didn’t see or hear her come in. I was standing with my back to the door when I heard her voice pretty loudly saying: “Froukje [middle name] [last name]!” I immediately stood up and yelling back: “I didn’t do anything!”
My coworkers almost pissed themselves from laughing so hard. I was pretty embarrassed, my mom tought it was the funniest thing ever…