I opened the fridge to grab the bagels. As I reached back in to grab the plastic bowl of precut pineapple, my recently developed butterfingers (an odd pregnancy symptom I’ve noticed) kicked in and I lost control of the pineapple.
The bowl slipped out of my hand and crashed onto the kitchen floor. The lid popped off and pineapple with all its juice went flying across the kitchen floor.
Several paper towels and a wet swiffer later, we were back to good as new. Although I’ve now decided I don’t need to buy such sticky fruit anymore.
I guess we aren’t having pineapple with our breakfast today…