So, we had fun in the kitchen today.

"Be careful sticking that in the hole, you might tear it and that would be bad." (Di to Me)

(several minutes later)

"There, it's all pretty and pink and done and I didn't tear the hole or anything. Satisfied?" (Me to Di)

At this point, my brother comes into the kitchen and looks at us funny, only to find out we were frosting an Angel Food Cake with Strawberry Cream Cheese frosting. And he always wondered why the neighbors next door always keeps their kitchen window closed. *snickers*

Edit: GIP