Donkey: What's for lunch?
Me: There's stuff in the fridge that's about to expire.
Donkey: Like what?
Me: Eggs.
Donkey: So, eggs for lunch?
Me: We can't. We're vegan, remember?
Donkey: What else we got?
Me: Yogurt...
Donkey: Still good?
Me: For about another hour.
Donkey: You gonna eat it?
Me: Vegan...
Donkey: So ... you want I should eat it?
Me: If you love me, you'd throw yourself on your sword and suck it up.
Donkey: I already threw myself on my sword when I drank the milk that was about to expire.
Me: That's love.
Donkey: So what's in the fridge that's NOT about to expire?
Me: The taboule...
Donkey: What are we going to do with the taboule?
Me: I thought I'd have a toasted taboule sandwich.
Donkey: That's it?
Me: With chickpea salad?
Donkey: Is it still good?
Me: For about 6 hours...
Donkey: 👀
Me: 👀
Donkey: I'll race you to the taboule.
Me: Last one there is a rotten egg.
Excerpts from actual conversations between my beloved and myself, which have taken place over almost 40 years of wedded bliss.
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