Me: “Do you need me to pile up those flyers again?”
My girl: “Yes. [I start to rearrange the stack] Wait. Wait a minute. [Piles a final flyer onto the cascade of tri-folded invitations] Okay, now do it.”
Me: “Hey, who’s the boss here?”
My girl: “I am!”
Me: “Why should you be the boss?”
My girl: “Because I’m smart, and pretty.”
Me: “And people like you.”
My girl: “Yeah!”
Me: “People like me, too!”
My girl: “Yeah. I like you, Alicia. You know that.”
Me: “Yes, I know.”
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