Saturday, November 22, 2008
I don't think I've ever seen my mom more angry than the day when my little brother at age three decided he was going to pour his cup of Sprite all by himself. He carried the bottle to the table, dropping it once or twice in the process. Carbonated pressure caused the bottle to literally pop! upon opening. My mom was none too happy to clean soda from the cupboards on the opposite side of the room, but she was livid about the sticky vaulted ceilings.