For some reason Santa likes to bring us each an exotic fruit for Christmas. In his stocking this year, my dad got a papaya fruit.I finally peeled and cut it for him this morning because it was going bad and he refused to do it himself because it is apparently "too much like doing paperwork." How peeling fruit is like paperwork I do not know but I guess he would rather do his crossword no matter what.
Anyways, I have cut it and it is now sitting in the middle of the kitchen table. I briefly spoke with my father about how odd the seeds of the fruit looked, then proceeded to go sit in the living room leaving my Dad alone with the papaya.
A couple minutes later we hear a gagging then a puking sound coming from the kitchen. Lo and behold there is Dad almost puking into the kitchen garbage.
Heather- "Woooah Dad are you okay?? What did you do??"
Dad- "Blehchchaskdjlf I ate the papaya seeds.. blechalkdsjf"
Mom- "ooh are papaya seeds poisonous???"
Dad- "NO They're fine to eat! but they tasted like onions.. then got worse..."
Way to go Dad.
