I assume this is all over the history books and so will not read as "news" to you, children. But I thought I ought to document it anyway.
Tonight, your father broke the lid of our popcorn pot.
How he expects me to continue producing fluffy, oily, salty, delicious popcorn when I cannot grip the lid to vent the bursting kernels, I have no idea. I just know that this is by far the most traumatic kitchen incident I have ever lived through.
Let's all have a moment of silence to remember the good times, when the handle was all in one piece and corn was so easy to pop I rarely gave it a second thought.
Memories.
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