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moment i - (between TBoL & Iron Man 2)
malibu
"dad!"
it had been a few seconds before i heard him respond, "what do you want, dear child of mine?"
"i need your help! come to the kitchen! quick!!"
i heard a few crashes, followed by a grunt, a loud sigh, and a cuss before my dad entered the kitchen. he raised an eyebrow when he saw me standing with my hand in the sink.
"what is this important thing that you needed me to come so quick?" he asked, walking closer.
i lifted my hand out of the sink and tried not to laugh, "i'm stuck."
my hand was in a mason jar, and it wouldn't get out. my dad stared at me, blank-faced for a solid minute, before responding.
"you're... stuck?" he repeated, as if he couldn't believe it.
"yes. now, can you help me or not?" i asked, before deciding to add. "because it's starting to hurt."
"well, why didn't you start with that?"
my dad rushed over immediately, and i felt a little guilty. as soon as i said it hurt, he was ready to drop everything.
"okay, hold this," i said, referring to the jar my hand was stuck in. my dad held it firmly, but his expression was one of disbelief. "on three, i'm gonna pull my hand, and you pull the jar."
"okay, okay," my dad repeated multiple times, his voice slightly higher pitched than normal.
"one... two... three."
he pulled the jar, and i tried to pull my hand, "ow! ow! ow!"
my dad immediately stopped, "what's wrong? does it hurt? did i pull something? should i call 9-1-1? that's a good idea, i'll call 9-1-1."
