Refrigerator

Driving to Mendocino last weekend, the kids kept asking me for things, then handing them back to me, then asking for them again.  "Mom, can I have the crackers?"  "Here are the crackers Mom."  "Mom, can I have the crackers again."  "Mom, can I have the water?"  "Here's the water, Mom, and the crackers."  "Mom, I'm hungry."

Irritated, I shoved the bag of food into the back seat, proclaiming, "I am not a cupboard, or a fridge, so stop handing me the food to hold."

Molly retorted without missing a beat, "But Mommy, you are a refrigerator.  You're large, white and cold on the inside!"

Ouch.