What's that?

Today while I was ironing some shirts for dad....

AVA: Mom what's that?

MOM: What's what?

AVA: That thing

MOM: What thing?

AVA: That thing in your hand.

MOM: ummm....you mean this (I held up the iron)

AVA: ya!

Just then I heard uncontrollable laughter from the other room. Apparently Spencer had overheard our conversation. (crap)

He's been complaining for years about having to wear wrinkly shirts to work.

I might just have to start ironing or something. (double crap)