Stop. Drop. Roll.
Ah, the mixer. A boy's best friend.
He somehow latched onto the mixer and refused to give it back.
And let's face it: it's not like I'm using it.
So we compromised: he can have it as long as he just watches Mickey Mouse Clubhouse with it and doesn't run around the house trying to find an open outlet to plug it into.
Works for me.
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