Anyway, as I was busy sticking fabrics together and Hubby was watching the telly, my sister returned and brought home a delicious tart that an aunt made the night before. My growling tummy welcomed her offer that the minute she passed the tupperware to us, I scarfed up a few good slices. As I was about to munch the God-knows-how-many piece, I started to tease my sister, who's known to be the Simba in our otherwise straight-haired family, "Hey, look at this pineapple strips, it looks like your hair, minus the colouring, haha.." But half-way through my laughter, I choked on the realization -What? Pineapple?? I can't eat pineapple!! Panic-stricken, I sat jolted with eyes jutting out you'd think I'm an extra in 'Exorcist'.. Hubby took the remains of those delicious tarts from my fingers and ate them himself.. Sister on the other hand, sprinted to the kitchen, rummaged through the cabinets and decided, at that moment, that gulping loads of water may just do the trick. I knew at the back of my head that it has absolutely nothing to do with anything, but like the complete idiot that I've become, I drank all those liquids so fast I visited the loo for the next hour.

My mom laughed when we told her what happened later that night. She said it was quite fine, so long as they weren't 'young, yellowish pineapples' cos those are the ones which are 'tajam' and miscarry-induced.

Talk about over-acting. Hubby denied he was jumpy at all but we laughed when I reminded him how funny he looked trying to amend things by eating my tart leftovers so fast, as if, they would make my tummy feel better.