Mom has a beautiful kitchen and hates me walking in because I always end up disrupting it. The only reason why I visit my kitchen now is to grab a quick bite of leftovers. I used to use some of the kitchen stuff for my exciting science experiments, but that is all in the past.
When my mom learned that I was using her precious kitchen for my experiments (which nearly always ended in disaster), I was banned from entering the kitchen. I got in trouble more times than I can count for using Mom’s apron to either mop up acids I spilled on the floor, or to wipe them off the counter. I can’t tell you how much that just bugged Mom. She is extremely particular about her apron; like I said, my mom treats the kitchen like a castle and the apron is her “gold crown”.
One day Mom was out shopping for groceries and I decided to sneak into the castle. I put one of my latest experiments to work. I was working with sulphuric acid and a few other mixtures. Before I knew it, the test tube mysteriously exploded. Some of the acid spilled on the floor, and there was glass from the test tube everywhere. I started to panic when I heard the sound of a car in the driveway. I knew it was Mom, so I grabbed the closest cloth I could reach and started mopping the floor lightening fast. As luck would have it, the only thing near me was one of Mom’s funny aprons, which were her favorite. I grabbed it and quickly mopped the acid on the floor. I was sure I left no signs of an accident.
An hour later I found a furious mom walk into my room holding her favourite apron in her hand and demanding what I did in the kitchen. I denied it until she held out her favourite apron, which by the way had holes all over it. The apron was no good anymore as I had used it to wipe off the acid; it was all eaten up and only fit for the garbage.
Mom now has the kitchen under lock and key, and snacks are kept on the dining table so that I never have to go into the kitchen. Even today, Mom pines over her burnt apron!
