Just... yeah.
Whilst baking with my mother:
Mom: Hannah, I think you did that wrong. (points at a funny looking cookie I made)
Me: [Looking aghast] Mom, I have a vagina! I have to be good at all this stuff!
Mom: ...No sweetie, that means you're good at other things. Baking not necessarily being one of them.
We exchange silent awkward glances and continue to bake away.











