So I was in my kitchen, making some food, as one does. I was scrubbing and washing some potatoes to bake them. She entered and sat at the bench on the side of the breakfast table.
It went like this...
Her: Did you use a fork to stab the potatoes?
Me: I used a knife to stab the potatoes.
Her: You're supposed to use a fork.
Me: Why?
Her: Because that's what people use to put holes in potatoes.
Me: What difference does it matter what device, apparatus or implement was used to create the holes?
Her: Everyone uses a fork to make the holes.
Me: The important thing is make holes so they won't explode while baking. How the holes got there does not matter. Knife, fork, a drill bit, a skewer, a stick, a corkscrew, the holes matter, not how they got there.
Her: You're supposed to use a fork to make the holes.
Me: Let me tell you something about holes...I'm about to use yours in a minute.
Her: (Laughing) My holes are not the topic and are you implying you're going to "fork" my holes?
Me: Yes, I will "fork" your holes but as you're aggravating me, intentionally, you will be properly "forked" right after a good long hard bare bottom spanking.
Some time later, quite some time later...after a great deal of spanking and "forking"...
The potatoes were just fine. 😁
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