This may be the funniest conversation I’ve ever had with my husband. It took place back in September before Jonathan was born, but it really sums up our relationship perfectly:
Paul: *brandishing cutting board at me*
Me: I don’t know why you’re brandishing that cutting board at me.
Paul: You’re supposed to kick it and break it in half.
Me: I’m not that type of Asian.
Paul: Oh. That’s disappointing.
Yeah. I married this man.