...and this is what passes for a fight in my house:
Me [walking in the door at 5pm after seeing my friend L.]: Hey, honey.
Will: Did you have fun?
Me: Yeah, we just caught up and went to Ernie's Taco House.
Will: You went to Ernie's?
Me: Yeah.
Will: I didn't know you were going to eat!
Me: It was three o'clock! We were hungry!
Will: I can't believe you had tacos without me!
Me: It was a quesadilla. Anyway, remember last week?
Will: What are you talking about?
Me: You had a burrito while I was working.
Will: I don't--
Me: You went to Los Tacos while I was at the Adoption Fair!
Will: I-- oh.
Me: So what do you want for dinner?
Will: NOTHING! ...or tacos.
