So I was making an Apple Cobbler for my mom’s mother’s day dessert, right? And apparently my grandma forgot that I was in the kitchen, or she did remember and just whispered really loudly – but here’s what happened that made me almost cut my finger on the chopping board when I heard it:
GRANDMA: Megan’s becoming a very good baker, isn’t she?
BROTHER: Yes, she makes delicious stuff!
GRANDMA: Its just too bad that her kind die out before they’re 35, huh?
My kind? Seriously?
… this is what happens when people forget when I’m in the kitchen – and when people are super uniformed about Epilepsy.