Lloyd and I have picked on each other for as long as we’ve known each other, which is more than two decades. (gulp) With so much time passing, we’ve really given up on trying to be witty with our scathing comebacks. It’s pretty much devolved into:
Spouse #1: Non-committal statement about ______________.
Spouse #2: You’re a _____________.
Spouse #1 You’re mom’s a ___________. (This is advanced comebacking, and is optional, depending on how much you’re paying attention to the conversation.)
For example:
Lloyd: I need a Pepsi.
Lauren: You’re a Pepsi.
Lloyd: You’re mom’s a Pepsi.
On the way home from work today, Lloyd really cut me to the quick by derailing from the standard formula.
Lloyd: Let’s have tacos for supper.
Lauren: You’re a taco.
Lloyd: Less talk, more rock.
Lauren: (Joyful electric-guitar-y) Deeerrrnnnn Derrrrrnnn!!
Lloyd: (sternly) Less rock.
Lauren: …….*sniff*