I saw the title of this topic and just had to come see what was going on! I’ll share a story about me and my kids from a few decades ago. I, too, tend to get beat up by those doggone onions. If I’m cutting onions, I try to do it in batches so its not a daily suffering. So, one day I rummaged through the kids’ toy boxes to find a pair of swim goggles, snorkle and their plastic swim fins. I waited until just before they got home from school and slipped on the gear and started dicing the onions. They came through the door and I turned to look at them and greet them with a wave of my hand as they came into the kitchen. They shrieked and laughed so hard when they saw me and instantly knew why I had their stuff. The kitchen was practically clouded with onion fumes and they had to run out immediately, laughing all the way. So that is how I won the Onion War, at least for that day.
