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