So this is the kind of thing that regularly occurs in my family. You know, between “Please pass the salt,” and “Mmm, tasty. Is that a hint of oregano?”
Me: I’m contemplating doing something evil.
My husband: I say go for it. The evil-er the better.
(We continue eating.)
A few minutes later…
My husband: Wait. In a story or in real life?
Say something!!! :)