Last week, my daughter proudly informed me that she had eaten something she knew I liked to eat.
I asked, “What is it that you ate?”.
“Burnt turkey,” she proclaimed.
“Burnt turkey?”.
“Yes,” she insisted.
I had to think fast and hard. Then it came to me.
“Do you mean beef jerky?”, I asked.
“Yes, that’s what I said, beef jerky.”
Whew.