I dumped a batch of dough out of the bread machine pan onto the table so I could shape it into rolls. (See, I'm not June Cleaver; the bread machine makes our dinner rolls!) I patted it into a long log and turned around to get the dough cutter...and Big Brother walked into the room and banged on the dough a few times.
Me: "I hope your hands are clean. I know you were just using whiteboard markers..." (and probably erasing with your fingers)
Big Brother: "They're non-toxic."
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