Juz for a glass of milk!!!

Some incidents happen and they get far etched in your memory.... without any conscious effort one can recollect them time and again. Gonna narrate one such personal experience.It happened one fine Sunday morning.I was nine then.My mom had an urgent piece of work and she insisted that before she leaves I finish my glass of milk (a daily dose with breakfast was inevitable).Inspite of my sincere efforts just couldn't not gulp it down. Finally an idea dawned. Without a word of protest (that wouldn't have served any purpose) I tiptoed to the kitchen and before good sense could prevail , tumbled the glass into the sink . To the horror of my life , I turned to face mom standing just beside me. Gosh..would I ever forget those expressions!!! What followed was nothing short of a pandemonium. Me pleading n running and maa following with a comb in her hand (the one with which she was combing when this whole episode happened) .No point in explaining what happened next. For weeks to follow , I had to think umpteen of times before putting any empty glass in the sink....kept on cursing my luck n that comb.Never ever in my life I thought of doing any thing like that. HATS OFF TO MY MOM!!! She made me understand that some lessons are learnt the hard way only!!!!!