Like Father, Like Daughter

Mr. Dufault: What I'm going to do is, when I look at all your marks for all the quizzes, I'll drop the lowest mark. So if you're going to blow it, you can blow it -- once.
Manraj: Can this be my first time blowing?

Yogourt. It appears to be one of the family curses. The bane of the Malcolms.

My father's famous accident took place when I was very young -- although still old enough to remember scenes from the event. The lesson he learned? Never to hold a full container of yogourt by the top. No, the lid wasn't on properly, and yes, there was much yogourt and gnashing of teeth. Mainly my father's teeth, as my mother was rather preoccupied with laughing.

Newton provided us with laws of gravity, and my father seems determined to prove them as creatively as possible. Action: container hits floor. Opposite and equal reaction: yogourt sails out of container, hits cabinets, refrigerator, ceiling, and father.

As science-oriented as my house tends to be, it is hardly surprising that another famous scientist enters my story. His name is Charles Darwin, and proving his theories appears to be my unconscious goal. Unlike my father, however, I dropped only half a container of peach-flavoured, and no one was in the house at the time.

Your turn, Tom.

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