Derek: "You need to use a rubber whisk!"
Me: "I can't find one! Actually, I can't find any of our whisks! It's probably in Ella's crap."
Ella: "What crap? Mom, what crap? What's my crap, Mom?"
Me: "Your kitchen toys."
Ella: "Why's that crap?"
Ohhhhhh my mouth needs a mute button.
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