Blondies

Me, tossing ingredients in a bowl, reading directions, almost done: Oh, I was supposed to prepare a pan?

Our oven cooks hot, so I deducted a few minutes from the cooking time.

Austin: Be sure to check them at twenty minutes. We don't want them burned.

Austin made chicken jerky instead of chicken fingers on Monday.

Me: They're already done and are out of the oven. The blondies look beautiful.

Austin: Of course they do. That's why you married one.

Me: I knew you were going to say that.