"I wish I was rubber band man. I'd be made out of rubber bands!" says little dog, once again wishing he was a super hero.
"I wish I was clot girl. I'd be made out of a clot of goo!" I respond, trying to match his enthusiasm.
"Ewwww," replies Big Dog. "Then no one would want to marry you!"
"Lucky for me I'm already married!" I retort.
"Papa would go back and he'd go back to looking for another girl," Big Dog warned.
"I don't think that's true," I say, then turn my attention to Mr. Dog. "If I was a clot of goo would you divorce me?"
"A clot of goo?" he asks, clearly not having been tracking our conversation. "A clot of goo or a clot of glue?"
"Yes, a clot of goo. Would you want to divorce me?" I ask, refocusing him on the important question at hand.
"Well, yeah," he answers, as though it is obvious. "You'd be a clot of goo."
"But I'd also be a super hero. You'd divorce me just because I was a clot of goo? Really?"
"Yeah. Sorry," he says, not sounding sorry at all.
"Wow. I think this points to a serious flaw in our relationship," I say.
He rolls his eyes and goes back to focusing on his laptop. I'm sure he thinks this conversation is over, too.
Pasta ala Fridge
5 years ago