Family Car Talk

On the way home from One's ginormous birthday dinner, we were commenting on his refusal to be persuaded to eat dessert at the restaurant: he went in decided on ice cream on the way home, and he left with the same thought.

One: "It's my obstinancy."

Chuckles from the front seat of the car.

One: "It helps me with lots of things."

A bit later, on sighting police cruiser lights in the distance:

Husband: "It's the Bellaire police."

Me: "Yup. Out there protecting, helping, and keeping people safe."

Husband: "Yup. One black man at a time."

Pause

Husband: "Sorry. I couldn't help myself."