So today while I was babysitting (surprise!!) one of my charges asked me to cut up a mango for her. And while I was cutting up the mango, I was holding it in my hand and the mango juice was dripping down into the sink and it was gooey and fleshy, and I thought to myself, "Hmm... this kind of feels like I'm some sort of Aztec priestess sacrificing someone's heart."
So what I want to know is: Who the heck actually thinks this when they're cutting up fruit?!
Could I be the reincarnation of an Aztec priestess (in which case: COOL!)
Or do I just have a hyperactive imagination (Sanity points to this option.)
Perhaps I'll just ponder this for a while...
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