PokeComix

I was 3 years old, and I was a very curious baby, my mom left the city to work somewhere else for awhile, I was left with my father, who was ironing my clothes (you can already tell what happened, right?) He went to get the box with our clothes, an I was playing with my toys, what any 3 year old would do, then, I went to sleep, "I'm getting the clothes, José!" He told me, so I wouldn't worry, I woke up and saw the iron facing me, I went down the stairs and saw my father ready to pick up the dry cloth, I went back up and to the iron, and parkour'd my way onto the ironing bench, and I was VERY stupid and pressed my whole left arm on it, I