Oh great, Dad thinks. Long hard day at the auto-body shop, clothes stinking of resin, headachey, looking forward to a beer and a good meal. Wife catches him at the door, warns him: the children wanted to cook.

Aw jeez

Well, two beers, then.

Wait a minute: are the kids making Play-Doh food? Painted with acrylics? Look, go feed that stuff to your dolls, a man can't get by on that.