Knitting Catastrophes!

I have many talents such as good at art, soccer, swimmer, skater, roller blading and skateboarding. But knitting, badminton and cooking are somethings that I totally suck at. It is even more heart breaking because my mama is better in those things.
In this post I am not talking about badminton or cooking fiascoes. I am talking about knitting catastrophes!
The first time I tried knitting, all the knots came off the needle.
Second time I tried knitting, I started of with 10 knits and ended up with 41 !
My mother who learned to knit only few months ago laughed till she dropped when she saw the long piece of knitting that was supposed to be a small scarf. Some of the knots were actually falling off my needle.
Today my mom and I were having a knitting contest. My mom is making me a poncho and she had 37 knits on her needle. I am making a scarf and I have 18 knits on my needle. After I finished doing my whole row, my mom counted her stitches and she had done 27 knits by the time I finished doing 18. Is that fair or not? I am only 10 you know. I tried to explain that to my mom, but she still had the winning grin on her face. Man, she is not fair. Oops, I am not allowed to say 'not fair' in our house for my mother strongly believes that life is not fair anyway and you just have to live with it. The consequences for saying 'not fair' is either doing all the CHORES or paying mama 10 bucks. By the way she already owes me and my siblings 20 bucks because she herself said not fair twice!
I am actually knitting the scarf for my mother and as always I expect her to use what I made for her. The only thing is, there are couple of holes in the scarf where I had dropped stitches. But still you must admit it is a beautiful scarf because unlike the last time, this time I haven't gained a single stitch.
Onwards I march holding the mighty knitting needles and hoping no other catastrophe awaits for me while I complete my project. I may suck at knitting, but I am determined to finish this scarf.

ouch!

Last week I got a bee sting on my eye.
I was walking back from the clothes rack and suddenly this bee came whizzing by and got caught inside my glasses.
Can you imagine? A bee inside my glasses!
I screamed and threw my glasses on the ground. By then the bee had stung my eye.
So I did what any child would do.
I screamed and ran to my mother and said a bee stung inside my eye.
She said a bee couldn't sting inside my eye( something to do with reflex reaction) and asked me to stop screaming, so she could look at my eye.
My mother said that a bee could sting on your eyelid not inside your eye.
I stopped screaming but started crying on the top of my voice.

Then my mom started crying! but not for me, for the bee.
She kept saying oh the poor bee! my daughter must have frightened the living day light out of the poor innocent bee that was only looking for some nectar.
Then she called me a Bee killer!
Then she said my daughter is the reason why the bees are becoming extinct, and yet I had only killed two bees in my life. The other one I stepped on with both my feet on the first day of school.
How did I step on the bee with both my feet? At first I stepped on the bee with my left leg and I jumped, then the bee moved and I stepped on it with my right leg.
I was so angry with my mother and told mama that she is the meanest mom on planet earth.
Finally after many attempts my mother got me to shut up.After she shut me up she applied after bite and boy did that sting. Then she gave me Benadryl tablet to prevent an allergic reaction.
Then she told me to lie down.I lied down for a couple of minutes.When I woke up my mom said to go look in the mirror I saw this big funny looking swollen bump on my eye.
She eventually said I am sorry. She said that I was over reacting and she wanted me to calm down by distracting me by calling me a bee killer.

Ouch that bee sting really hurt!