INT: (Kitchen, it’s hot even with the fan on. Wife and I are both in our underwear, baby is in the nappy stumbling around, we’re making crepes/pancakes).
Pink Astronaut (5 y.o.): mommy, can I have some of the chocolate chips?
Wife: Ok, you can have a couple.
PA: How many is a couple?
Me: Two.
Wife: Like me and your dad, we’re a couple… (pause) Stuck together! Glued! Like ONE THING! (English zing tone throughout.)
Me: Through love! LOVE, child, you hear!
(Pause)
Wife: Or maybe it’s just the slimy humidity.
What?!? That’s what true love looks like, incels!
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