Saturday afternoon, in the car on the way to breakfast (finally):
Beautiful Wife: “Are you mad at me?”
Me: “No, I’m starving. We could have a big fight if you want, though.”
Beautiful Wife, sounding tired: “Let’s not.”
Me “We could not and say we did.”
Beautiful Wife: “Let’s do that.”
Me: “Boys, your mother and I just had a huge fight. There was lots of screaming.”
Firstborn, darkly: “I heard.”
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