I'm such a reliably terrible cook that when I say "welp, I f'ed up dinner again, I guess it's pb&j for everybody” my family just shrugs and heads for the pantry.
We asked my 8yo if she knew what "ambidextrous" meant, and as she tried to figure it out, we heard her mutter under her breath, "It's not when two girls like each other...that's lesbians."