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Me hubiese gustado que me pasara eso a mí. A mi solo me compraban un pastel y nunca me embarraban la cara de crema pastelera. Todo tenía que estar en orden y mi mamá nunca quería hacer nada inusual. Hasta que llegaba la hora del culto. Allí si: seamos excéntricos y extravagantes.
This is probably the greatest mystery of my childhood
One day my mom and dad told my sister and I to come to the garage, they said they had a surprise
I must have been like 5 or 6? I was really excited thinking it would be a present or something
We went to the garage and they told us to close our eyes, which we did
Then they just…threw pies in our faces
They’re genuinely not overly silly people, dad a bit stern, mom a bit animated, but they just threw pies in our faces
They burst out laughing and my mom took a picture, but then came the weird part
They just…never talked about it again?
They’d say “don’t be so dramatic” and change the topic, we’ve never gotten a straight answer from them, no rhyme or reason
For the longest time I thought I dreamt it or saw it on TV until I was going through family photos and finally found it
Confronted my mom, same old story “don’t be so dramatic”
I don’t think I’ll ever get an answer but I’ll think about it occasionally for the rest of my life