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When I was about 5 or 6, my uncle told me that I was a robot and I wasn't really his neice. He told me that my real family (the fridge, the toaster, etc.) only stayed at his house so if they got thrown out, so would I. Since I thought he was lying, I asked him "If I'm a robot, why do I bleed?" because I didn't think robots had blood. He said that my blood was really ketchup. AND I BELIEVED HIM. For the longest time I was afraid that I would get kicked out of the house if one of the appliances broke.
On a career day, when I still thought my parents were robots, I brought my dad (toaster) and explained that my family, though cold on the outside, were really very nice robots.
I confused my teacher once, when I told her that I wasn't bleeding, I was “ketchuping”.
On a career day, when I still thought my parents were robots, I brought my dad (toaster) and explained that my family, though cold on the outside, were really very nice robots.
I confused my teacher once, when I told her that I wasn't bleeding, I was “ketchuping”.