The other night, while I was preparing dinner, my youngest daughter (22) came into the kitchen. She stood on the opposite side of the island for about 15 seconds. Reaching out her hand, she gave the package of ground beef two quick jabs. Turning, she skipped down the basement stairs to her room singing, "I poked it! I poked it!"
I'm thinking this girl needs to get out of the house more.
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