The boys are in the living room playing video games; Beautiful Wife is on the couch, reading. I have come in to bring tea to Beautiful Wife.
Secondborn: "I have a poem for you."
Secondborn: "Roses are red, violets are blue. I spend a lot of time thinking about you."
Me: "That was very nice."
Beautiful Woman: "It was."
Secondborn: "Thank you."
Me: "And someday you will repeat that poem to some young lady, and she'll say, 'Awww. I'm keeping this one.' And she'll take you home..."
Me: "...and wrap you in her webs..."
Me: "...And feed you the still-beating heart of her latest kill."
Beautiful Wife: "Oh, yes. That's how your dad and I met."
Firstborn: "I could have done without that image. Let us never speak of it again."
Secondborn: "For once, I agree with you completely."