Real conversation between my husband and me last Sunday, in the car, on the way to church (in low voices with the girls’ princess CD playing very loudly, i.e. I am positive the children could not hear us : )
Me: Oh no! The chocolate chip granola I was holding in my lap just dumped all over my seat and now I have chocolate chip granola on my [bum]!
My husband: That’s not good.
Me: And I am teaching Sunday School in the nursery today, which means I will be crawling on the floor with kids while greeting all the parents, and everyone will see chocolate chip granola marks all over my [bum].
My husband: Seriously, that’s not good.
Me: I just realized that if the granola got on my [bum], that means [bum] got on my granola!!! Which do you think is worse? Granola on your [bum] or [bum] on your granola?
My husband: [thoughtful for a moment, then speaking…I love that this man considers even my inane questions very carefully]: Well, were you planning to share the granola with me?
My husband: Then I have your [bum] on my granola. I’d say that trumps anything you have going on.
(I mean, the man has a point.)