sunday morning at my house (which could be a series, but probably shouldn't)

Nate: (from a reclined position on the sofa, screaming at the television) Go, little people! Go! Go! Go, little people! The camel is catching up to you!!

Me: (entering the living room, sweaty and stinky from the gym, yet still ravishing as always) What are you watching?

Nate: Midgets racing a camel.

Me: Huh? (careening my head towards the television screen to see that, indeed, he really is watching a relay race where four little people are competing, and losing, against a camel.)

Nate: (changing the subject) Oh, and you missed it.

Me: Missed what?

Nate: While you were at the gym, Chloe put on a one-act play.

Me: Our dog, Chloe? (dryly) Really.

Nate: Yeah. It was fantastic. (a slight pause) Well, there was this one song and dance number that she didn't quite pull off, but overall is was really quite touching.

Me: (humoring him) Do you think she'll do it again so I can see it?

Nate: No, I don't think so. She said it was just for me.

Me: I see...well that's a shame.

Nate: Oh, and I moved Mr. Smirby.

Me: He's out of the fridge?



Nate: Yeah. Now he's up there. (pointing) In the jungle reeds.



Me: Yes, I see that. Very well then. (turning to leave) I'm going to take a shower now.

Nate: You know, this is why you married me. All the dumb stuff I say? You like it.

Me: (turning back, eyebrows arched) I do? And here I was under the impression that I was unaware of this side effect until it was too late.