Sushi Night

We had sushi the other night, but Dad forgot to clean all the wasabi off my plate. I was really enjoying my tuna roll until this burning sensation started in the back of my throat and then went into my nose. I guess I started to cry and scream a little because they had to carry me out of the kitchen. Dad had a really concerned look on his face.

I used to talk to the Sushi guys at Wegman's all the time, but I think I may steer clear for a bit.