A couple of nights ago I was putting food on the plates for dinner. Richard was having noodles to go with the pork dish I had prepared.
Richard says, “Put the fork on the noodles” and rolls off to take care of something in his office.
I don’t think too much
about this because occasionally he forgets his fork and one of us (usually me) has to come back and get it . I figured he just
wanted to make sure he had a fork.
So I put the fork on the noodles and put the
pork next to the noodles.
He comes back, looks at his plate, and says, “I told you to put the
pork on the noodles."
“No, you said ‘put the fork on the noodles’, which is what I did.”
Well, of course he didn’t say “fork,” I just heard it wrong, but we had to discuss it for a while, which became yet another hilarious conversation.
Just a bit ago Richard shouts from the kitchen, “I switched the tacos.”
What?
So I get up and go in the kitchen. “What do you mean you switched the tacos?”
"No.” he says, “I squished a cockroach. And you can put a fork on my noodles.”
I put the squished cockroach on the deck railing for the birds.
