Adam and I – while (im)patiently awaiting baby #2 to make his/her debut – were watching an episode of a tv show called Traffic Light last night. In the show, one of the men swears up and down that the reason he’s still married is because he’s got a florist on speed-dial to deliver flowers to his wife anytime he says something really stupid.
Me: Why don’t I get flowers when you say stupid things?
Adam: C’mon. I don’t really say a lot of stupid things.
Adam: What?? I don’t!
Me: Um, I hear there’s like a whole blog dedicated to stupid things you say.
Adam: You make a lot of that up.
Boys are so oblivious.