This evening, while we were having dinner, I jokingly complained to my daughter that my wife wouldn't buy me a pannini press. She expressed shock and dismay. "What a disaster," she said. "She must be such a disappointment to you." Just as my wife took a drink of water, I said "Oh, absolutely. However will I handle it?I suppose I'll just have to learn to live with wrinkled panninis !" My wife started to laugh and involuntarily sprayed a fine mist of water across the table before running into the kitchen, gasping and wheezing as she tried to catch her breath. While she was gone, my daughter said, quietly "What's a pannini press?"
Is she a great kid, or what?
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