another story about my mom:

when i was in my early teens i had a penchant for accidentally destroying things...it got to the point where i'd walk into our living room and the pictures would fall off the wall. so one day i was sitting at the kitchen table, probably going through one of those 2nd grade level handwriting books my mom used to force me to fill out (up through high school), when she walked by carrying a big tray of muffins and dropped them all on the floor. naturally when she spotted me sitting innocently at the kitchen table she started yelling at me and (probably) made me go outside to pick up sticks in our backyard (we lived in a forest).

the moral: thought i forgot about that one, didn't you, mom? =)