Daddy walks into the room. I'm on the computer chatting and reading blogs. Sister is lying on the bed reading Harry Potter for the gazillionth time.

Daddy: Girl arh, you made some cheesy thing is it?

Me: Huh? What cheesy thing?

Daddy: There, the one in the fridge.

Me: (thinking he was talking about the kraft cheese spread in the fridge) Huh? No, i never make anything lah.

Daddy: Then what is that thing in the container in the fridge?

Me: (starting to conjure up images of weird cheesy concoctions) Huh? What are you talking about??

Daddy: There. The thing in the container. It looks cheesy and mushy and ricey and yellow...

Me: (mentally cringing. thinking of rotten vomit and cheese mixed together.) Huh? What is -that-!? I never make anything.

And then suddenly. *click* It all made sense.

Me: (with a -.-" expression on my face) That's Shepherd's pie daddy. Mommy brought it home from the office today. Her boss' wife made for us.

Daddy: ...

Sister: *bursts out laughing*

I love daddy when he makes me laugh like that.*beams*

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