I must never ever ever chop onions with my glasses on.
It will be worth the effort to go plaster my contacts to my eyeballs.
You might ask why?
Well, I decided to make French Onion Soup for dinner last night. Poor Monkey witnessed her mother bawling for absolutely no reason (not that she's ever seen me really cry before).
There was no stopping the tears. They just poured down my face. And she looked a little worried (not to mention quite insulted she wasn't sitting on the stove helping me stir the raw onions again, like last time).
So I'll just chalk it up to another lesson learned.