This had happened, AGAIN, I’m afraid, it’s just, that this time, it’s the SON, and NOT the husband who’d “done it”!!! Translated…
After “My Husband Who Makes More Trouble for Me”, I’d posted the photo of that second burned wok my husband made, and, “My Husband Who Helps Kicked Up Production in the Economy” onto My FB account. And, there were, countless laughing emoticons and, there were, kindhearted members of the online community who’d taught me ways, to make my pan brand new again, my online acquaintance, Shih-Ying posted, “The wok had died, and, you must now, pay back its kindness, not allowing it to retire early, instead, hang in outside your front door, meaning ushering in the wealth, blessings, a pan that should symbolize luck.”
here’s the “before”…not my photo…
And, that day, my husband went out for a movie leaving just me and my son home alone. Around noontimes, my friend called me up, and I’d had to, run out; I worried, that I may not make it back to make lunch, so, I’d told my son, to reheat the soup on the stove, if he gets too hungry, then, I’d, ridden my motorcycle out.
As I’d just, sat down with my friend, my cell phone rang. My son had this nasally voice, cried, “Mom, I did wrong to you, can you, forgive me?”, I couldn’t help, but feel worried, rushed him, “What was it, OUT with it, now…” “I…I’d, burned the pan like dad had, what do I do? I can’t afford a brand new pan with my allowances!” followed by his sobbing, I’d, immediately turned into the director of a disaster response unit, ordered, “Turn on the ventilator fans, place the pan into the sink, fill the sink up with water, I’ll be home shortly.” My friend became confused as she’d watched, pressed me on what had happened? As I came to, I couldn’t catch my breath from laughing too hard, “I’d just, posted that burned down pan that my husband created onto FB, now, my son had, burned another pan!”
As I returned home, I saw my son’s defeated looks, I’d taken photos of the burned up pan as “evidence”, and, used the methods taught to me by a friend, baking soda, mixed with salt. Not long thereafter, that blackened pan became like brand new, and, I’d thought about those pans before this, which were all, forced, into “retirement”
the “after” photo…found online
I’d reported to my friends and families on FB, “Like father like son, my son just burned up the pots while heating up some soup.”, then came the replies, “It’s like there’s a constant soap opera scene in your kitchen, and, we’ll all, biting our nails, waiting for the next developments!”
So, it’s probably NOT a case of “like father like son”, but a careless mistake that the son had made, but, it’d, added something interesting to this woman’s ordinary life, and, she had, found a way, to clean up the burned bottoms of the pans now, from the helps of her online friend!
Life, the Obstacle Course 