so my mom cooks massive amounts of food on sunday afternoons so she doesn’t have to cook the rest of the week. this sunday she made a couple different types of chicken and some fish. So she said “… but don’t eat the fish, it has bones.” I said “Mom, I’m not 5 anymore… I think I can handle fish with bones in it…” She said “I know, I’m so used to saying it, I tell Milton [my step-dad] the same thing.” And we laughed.
10 minutes later, Holly’s got a bone stuck in her throat.
Man… I didn’t tell her either. She sho’ nuff was right though. I had to run to my room with a piece of bread (Note: got a bone stuck in your throat? swallow some bread to get it out). I got the bone out, but I’m not eating fish anymore… well, when my mom tells me. These weren’t no regular bones like you eat salmon and can pick ‘em out… these were” microscopic you don’t know you swallowed a bone until you feel like you just got an injection in your throat” bones. They was evil.
Moral of the story: Listen’ to your momma. She’s probably telling you that for a reason.