My hubby and I are bantering over the kind of music he wants to play during dinner. (Speaking of which, he showed me a really cool music site! It’s called slacker[.]com, and it’s really cool!!) He is making fun of my choice of music and I his. (We really do like the same type of music, for the most part…it’s when we both get in a mood that makes it interesting.)
We’re at the end of the meal, and I’m getting everyone some ice cream. All of a sudden, I realize that he’s tried to switch the station again. I make some snarky remark or obnoxious noise. Or both. 
He says, “Claire, your momma is…”
“Be careful!” I interrupt with a warning in my voice. “She’ll remember and repeat every word you say…”
“…funny,” he says. Good save, Mister. But, I’m not through with you yet.
“Do you want your ice cream…” I say with an accusatory tone.
“Yes!” he says, laughing.
“…in a bowl or on your head?”
“In a bowl!” Claire shouts. “In a bowl!”
“Good answer, Claire. Good answer.”
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