Telling Justin

(Ignore the fact that I need to clean my oven)

I told Justin that the oven smelled funny and asked if he could check it. I was in the bedroom and he yelled from the kitchen, "Why is there a bun in here?" I played innocent and yelled back, "In where?"

"In the stove!" he called.

"In what?"

"In the stove."

"What is in there?"

"A bun!"

"You're telling me there's a bun in the oven?"

"Yes!"

At this point I show up at the kitchen door with my pregnancy test and say, "Yes, there is a bun in the oven."

(ovens are not stoves. there is a clear difference)