Hubby is still trying to come to terms with this fact.
Me: "What would you do if I picked your nose?"
Hubby: "That'd be weird."
Me: "But what would you do?"
Hubby: "I'm not sure."
Me: "Would you leave me if I picked your nose?"
Hubby: "Don't sound so hopeful."
Me: pause
Hubby: "Where do you come up with this stuff?"
Me: "What would you do if I picked your nose with your own finger?"
Hubby: pause
Me: "Would you leave me then?"
Hubby: "No."
Me: "What would it take?"
Hubby: "I think it would be for you to become a man."
Me: "You think?"
Hubby: "Yeah. I think I would leave if you became a man."
Me: "So you're not sure."
Hubby: "Yeah."
Me: "Um..."
Hubby: snore
Seriously, that's how quickly this man falls asleep.
I will never find out if he decides for sure what will make him leave me. Oh, heck, I feel safe he'll never leave. After all that we've been through, there's obviously a reason he sticks around...
I'm pretty sure he's too exhausted to leave at this point.
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