Captain Thoughtful: So, next week when we go to the farmers market, I think we need to get (farts loudly)….
Me: Bless you.
Captain Thoughtful: Excuse me…so I think we need to get…..wait, did you say “Bless you.”?
Me: I did.
Captain Thoughtful: Ummmmm.
Me: Your butt sneezed.
Captain Thoughtful: Huh.
And then we got back to the subject of what we needed to get from the farmers market next week. Thus concludes a typical conversation between me and my husband. You’re welcome world.