Me: Where?
Bella: In the bathroom!
Me: "I'll be right there!" As I hobble as fast as I could with my gout flare-up. "What's wrong?"
Bella: Spit... spit... "There's ants in the sink! This is unacceptable! They are all over the place."
Me: "Are the bothering you?" I ask, as I walk in, I think to myself, "They're in the wash rag... sipping your medicine. Looks like they are all drunk, dazed and confused!"
Bella: "This is "en-accessible!"
Me: You man "unacceptable?"
Bella: Dad! You know what I'm trying to say!
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