OC and I frequently recycle the same conversation. Each time it has a slight variation. It always starts with my apparent curiosity. Today we were discussing maple syrup. The real stuff. OC is a New Englander, you know.
Me: [while pouring syrup on my waffle] My uncle called this, “tree blood.”
OC: Really it’s closer to lymph.
Me: [curious look] Lymphs?
OC: [bunches of scientific techno babble].
Me: Thanks, Hon. Good English. I understood every word.
OC: [laughing] Really?
Me: Oh, yeah. [I roll my eyes.]
OC: Not so much, huh?
Me: [shaking my head] Not so much.
OC: What did you get?
Me: [smiling] You want another waffle?