The Family Dinner Disaster

So here's my dirty little secret about last Sunday’s family dinner. I was the only one who didn't know where to put the chicken on our plates, and somehow ended up putting it directly under everyone else's noses. Yeah, you heard right, the whole time people were laughing or talking, all I could focus on was trying not to make a mess with my meat. And when Mom asked if everything was okay, I just smiled and nodded while secretly planning how to escape the next meal without being caught. Great job, me.