sorry i asked


Me: “What are you doing with my sock, Youngest Son?”

Youngest Son: (mumbling) “Improbable sauce”

Me: (laughing a bit) “What??”

Youngest Son: (emphatically) “Improbable sauce!”

Me: (Rolling with it; playing it straight now.) “Well, OK. Could I be the improbable sauce boss?”

Youngest Son: (Stony, accusative silence.)

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