The first was at a birthday party. But not just any party, a waffle party. And a waffle party involves whipped cream. Naturally.
And what do you do with whipped cream? You put it on your wrist, hit your arm which launches it in the air, and catch the whipped cream in your mouth. Naturally.
Well, that is how it is supposed to happen anyway. That's not what happened for me! I froze with everyone watching me and ... let's just say that my nose got the brunt of it. The picture below says it all. But it provided a lot of good laughs for everyone watching, myself, and anyone who has seen the picture.
The second experience was even more entertaining. My family came to Provo to see a concert that my cousin was performing in. We went to Rita's afterwards. Naturally.
Now a little background, my 9-year-old sister Lauren loves her American girl doll named Nellie and brings her everywhere. And so naturally, she brought said-doll inside to Rita's.
But who ended up having to hold it while Lauren ate her treat? My dad. Naturally.
A guy came and asked my dad if he was in line and then remarked on how relieved he was to see that the doll my dad was holding wasn't actually a child. Then my dad proceeded to tell the guy that "Nellie" was his youngest child. She was so well-behaved and never cried. He just had to shake her a few times and she was completely fine (which he then proceeded to demonstrate).
This story is difficult to describe because the combination of actually seeing my very masculine dad holding this girly doll and talking about her as if she is a real child can never be recreated. My mom, grandma, aunt, me, and this random guy we were talking to, were all laughing so hard.
I can't do the story justice. But maybe this picture can help you get a better idea.
My dad is pretty much the best. He is fully confident in everything, and he does anything for us. That includes holding an American girl doll in a store full of people. Naturally.
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