I’m going to skip past today’s daily prompt in lieu of a little story. Today’s question was something along the lines of “what is the most expensive personal item you have ever bought for yourself”. Um, my Samsung Galaxy Watch 4? There. Daily Prompt answered. On with the story…

Yesterday, I picked up a bunch of beets at the farmer’s market. While a tad time-consuming to prepare, I absolutely love beets. I like to cook a big batch in the Instant Pot to last all week. So last night, while the family went about their own activities, I set out scrubbing, quartering, and cooking my beets.

After the beets had cooked and sufficiently cooled, I pulled out a couple of mason jars and got to work removing the skins and slicing. If anyone has ever accomplished this task, you understand how utterly messy it is. My hands were covered in beet juice and bright red bits, and it wasn’t until I was halfway through the batch when I realized I had underestimated the number of jars I had prepped.

“Kenz! Come here please,” I called to my daughter, who was in the office playing Roblox Bloxburg with an online friend.

“Yeah?” Kenz stalled, not wanting to leave her game.

I could wash my hands to retrieve another jar from under the buffet. It would be easier if my youngest could just come in and help, though. “Kenz, hurry. Please?” I called, hoping the desperation in my voice would entice her away from her game.

It worked. She sauntered into the kitchen, saw the mess on my hands, and with no further questions retrieved not one, but two mason jars and lids from under the buffet. After ensuring there was nothing else needed, she ran back into the office to resume her game.

Which is when I overheard her side of the conversation with her friend.

“Sorry. I’m back. I had to help my mom. She had blood all over her hands.”

Wait, what?

“Oh, she’s fine. It wasn’t her blood. Anyway, we should start working on the upstairs of our Bloxburg house.”

That was it! No, “haha, just kidding”, no explanation. My daughter dropped that little fib on her friend and brushed right past it. An image of her mom with someone else’s blood all over her hands. Nonchalantly stated, like it was a normal, Saturday night occurrence.

I’ve been waiting for a visit from the cops all night.