Macarrot, McNonald and Blood

Macarrot
The way dad pronounce macaron. Not always. Just once. This unintentional joke were enough to bring the house down & send me rolling on the floor.
Laughing.

McNonald
The way mom pronounce McDonald’s. Always.
No matter how hard we try to correct her, out goes McNonald every time.
Incurable.

Blood
The way I hurt my dog. Lately as in this year. Blood sputtered from his nails more time than all the years I’ve known him (just exaggerating but that’s how I felt).
From how I could never go wrong to so wrong this year.
Misjudgment.