I read this post by Ashley that caught my attention faster than an eagle.
One year I had a kid in my class and he always spilled the beans. The whole class jumped down his throat every single time. To me it was hysterical. I cracked up laughing. Other times I screamed with them.
It also made me think about the time I spilled the beans myself.
I once spilled the beans because I was on the truck when my parents told me not to tell my sister that her dolls flew out the truck. I was going to keep the secret when she started to say, “Mom, where are my dolls?” My mom didn’t say anything. That’s when she started to keep saying what she said over and over. Eventually, I got so mad that I screamed out, “THEY FLEW OUT THE TRUCK, O.K.!” So then I was in serious trouble.
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