These hot pads are all supposed to be the same size and are supposed to square. Judy, my hot pad teacher can't figure out why I can't make a square one.
Funny Shan said they are the hot pad family. So here for your viewing pleasure are:
Daddy Marvin. He picks up cookie sheets.
Penelope, the mom. She's supposed to be square but, like her husband, she's not. She holds casseroles.
And this is Jr, who, for obvious reasons, is a boy. He is square. Humm. If Dad was rectangle and Mom is rectangle how do you suppose they got a square junior? The same way we got a blond haired, blue eyed boy, I guess. We were lucky. So, junior, the lucky square baby, is named Jim. He plucks baked potatoes out of the oven and says, "Look at me!"
Okay, is that enough nonsense for one evening? I thought so. More than enough.