Conversation with My Wife (20)
While I may not be as cute and I look older, guess who gets called when it’s time to carry down the full laundry basket?*
We were out having lunch together, and split a sandwich. The nice waiter brought each of us a plate with half a sandwich, and chips. Deb’s plate had mostly intact chips; I got broken ones.
ME: “Apparently our waiter likes you better. Is it tough being the cuter, younger-looking half of the couple?”
DEB: “Well, sometimes it is harder being almost four years older than my spouse.”
ME: “I think of it as slightly more than three years older.” I was born in November, Deb in March.
DEB: “For 8 months of the year it’s four when you do the math. Just saying.”
ME: “Or maybe you remind him of his mom — ”
DEB: “ — whom he likes better than his grandfather?” <sticks out tongue at me>
*“Or I just take it down in two loads,” said my wife. “What? I thought you knew that?”