It’s another Marvel day, and I’m cooking dinner for everyone. It’s mashed potato day!
Lexi: STOP
Lexi: WHAT IN THE NAME OF ALL THAT IS HOLY
Me: what
Lexi: WERE YOU ABOUT TO MASH THOSE POTATOES WITH A HAND MIXER?!
Me: yes
Me: That is how one mashes potatoes
Lexi: how daRE YOU SIR
Lexi: Move aside, I am taking over this kitchen
Me: …I’m curious to see where this goes so ok
Lexi: Good, you didn’t have a choice
Lexi: Where’s your potato masher?
Me: I don’t have a potato masher. I have a hand mixer.
Me: I’m not Amish, Lexi.
Lexi: NEITHER AM I, AND I STILL HAVE A POTATO MASHER
Lexi: You are pathetic. Give me that big spoon.
Lexi, mashing potatoes with a big metal spoon: See, what happens is, if you use a hand mixer, you introduce too much air into the potatoes. Now they’re all aerated.
Jilly: Who doesn’t like fluffy potatoes?
Lexi, mashing with PASSION: IT’S NOT FLUFFY IT’S BLASPHEMY
Me & Jilly: I don’t think the taste will be all that different.
Lexi, mashing with RAGE: You only think that because you were raised on shitty, garbage, hand-mixer-WHIPPED potatoes.
Lexi: They’re not called whipped potatoes.
Me: I was actually raised on instant potatoes. Like, the powder from the bag.
Lexi: :O
Me: And honestly they’re not all that different either.
Lexi: You sicken me.
Me: You are not the first woman to say this of me.