Dad: I am a smart and intelligent pan.
This morning I made some salt rinse for my wound area from surgery, which has been a
bit achy this morning. I left it on the table to cool a bit and looked
away for a minute. Just one minute.... gone. Dad poured it out. Cue my
ranting of "how could you not ask, etc".
Me: I needed it to wash my wound!
Dad: Who will wash the wound in my soul?
Me: I will! *evil grin*
Dad: *runs away* Nooooooo!
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