Every family has that story... the one that gets retold for years, no matter how much you wish it wouldn’t. For me, it’s The Dog Incident.
I was five, my grandma was in the hospital, and we were watching her dog. Long story short: the dog got out, ran into the road, and, well... "met" the one car that ever drove by our house.
On the way to see my grandma, my mom warned me not to mention it. So of course, the first thing out of my mouth was, “Daddy put him down!”
Grandma started laughing, she literally thought I was joking. My parents immediately had to jump in, like, “No, no! Jerry didn’t put the dog down. But… the dog is down.”
And... that’s why we never dogsat again!