Me: *instructing Andrew on proper crappy tomato soup preparation* you should know how to do this because someday...
Andrew: ...you might be sick and want tomato soup?
Me: well...that too. But no, someday our children who have more enlightened taste than you and will want some tomato soup.
Andrew: well, if they like tomatoes we may have to just off them for being defective.
Me: Well I think you need to be a little nicer! And a little less of a jerk!
Andrew: *pointing a spatula at my face* well I think...
Me: Get that out of my face!
Andrew: It's not in your face, it's in my hand.
Me: Well get what's in your hand out of my face.
Both of us: *bust up laughing*
|To be honest, I'm not sure which of us is Sherlock and which is Watson.|