I’m cooking the kids lunch, and also preparing my own.
Amy walks in, and says, “What are you making, Daddy?”
I say, “For me, you mean?”
She says, “Yes.”
I say, “I’m just frying up some tofu and...”
She interrupts me, holds her nose, and runs away saying:
“Eurgh, smells like bum as well”
Ladies and gentlemen, my daughter: the food critic.