Fry Daddy

So a couple nights ago Bailey and I performed our evening ritual consisting of me lifting her up and sitting her on the countertop so she can watch me cook or make coffee or get out dinner plates, etc. This time, I happen to be making some popcorn shrimp. I opened the box and tore open the clear plastic bag and just as I started to put a handful into the sizzling Crisco awaiting them in the FryDaddy, Bailey grabs the sleeve of my shirt, looks up at me and says, "Now be real careful Daddy, that's hot. If you think you're gonna get burned, let me do it 'cuz I'd rather it burn me than you."

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