Robin and I are driving from St. Louis down to Fayetteville, Arkansas to see our
granddaughter and incidentally, my son and his wife. I do not quite remember what it was, but something occurred that started me grumbling.
Realizing what I was doing I remarked, “I’m turning into a grumpy old man.”
Without missing a beat by ignoring the rest marked on the score, Robin replied, “Turning? You have already arrived.”
To which I said, “Thanks… I love you too.”
Her question back to me was, “You did say dirty old man, right?”
Thinking she is trying to recover her faux pas, or perhaps she really did mishear, I clarified, “No I said grumpy old man.”
Again ignoring the rest marked on the score, she barbed, “Well that too.”