Grandma: Can you poke holes in the potatoes for me before you put them in the oven?

Me: Yeah, of course! //starts to// What happens if you don't?

Grandma: Nothing, they explode.

Me: ..that wouldn't be nothing then... wait. //processing, smiles//

-later-

Grandma: //talking to Grandpa while standing by oven// Since the door keeps locking you can get me a new one for my birthday! Or Christmas, since you got me an ironing board yesterday- //yells as an explosion blows the door of the oven off, covering her in potatoe// ... SELENA!