Must have been something I ate...

Sunday afternoon.
Ava is writing her letter to Santa.

Ava: "Can you help me with spelling"?

Me: "Of course. What are you asking Santa for".

Ava: "I want a Queasy-Bake Oven".

Me: "That doesnt sound right".

Ava: "Yes, you make your own cakes in it…how do you spell Queasy-Bake Oven"?

Me: "I'll spell it for you but I aint eating anything that comes out of a Queasy-Bake Oven".

Ava: Looks at me puzzled.

Me: "Sounds like a recipe for disaster".

rimshot.