Before I begin this story, there are a couple of things you need to know:
1. I am really clumsy.
2. My mom never puts things in the same place.
Today I tried to carry too many things back into the house. Usually I know better, and I make 2 trips. However, it has been really hot lately, and I felt like just getting in the house as quickly as I could.
I dropped a glass jar in the driveway. The glass shattered all over the driveway and the sidewalk.
I hurried inside, shouting "Mom, do you know where the broom is?"
"Why do you need the broom?" she asked.
"I broke something. Where is the broom?"
"What did you break?"
"MOM! DO YOU EVEN KNOW WHERE THE BROOM IS?!?"
"I think it might be by the trash can."
She never gets my sense of urgency until I use my loud teacher voice. And if there's anything I've learned, asking her a question turns her into a 4 year old, questioning your every move.