This fob memory takes place in a Chinese restaurant at a family gathering of some sort. This was quite some time ago and I don't imagine myself being much older than 15 at this point. Anyways... I was sitting across from my mother when, suddenly, she kicked me from underneath the table. I looked up at her and she looked very angry. I raised my eyebrows as if to ask "what?" and she began to whisper angrily to me.
Mom: Stop eating with your leff han'!
I was definitely eating with my right hand, as I am right-handed, but obviously my mother was tripped-up because we were facing each other, and therefore our left and right were reversed. Being the wonderful daughter that I am, I decided to mess with her.
Me: Why? I need practice.
Mom: No you don't! Stop it, Erin! It's rude!
Me: Why is it rude? I like eating with my left hand.
Mom: Because! Somebody sit next to you and wanna eat with their right han', then they are bumping into you!
Me: I don't care. I like eating with my left hand.
Mom: Oh you are gonna get it later in the car!
So "later in the car" happens, and my mom is yelling at me in front of my dad and siblings. When she was finished ripping me a new one, I pointed out the minor detail that I was, in fact, eating with my right hand, yet somehow kept my mother going for the whole dinner.
Classic family togetherness time.
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