We had pancakes for breakfast this morning. Karen started to get a bit peckish around 1 p.m.
Karen: "Pancakes just aren't very filling."
Me: "What you you mean? They're delicious and hearty and full of magical fairy wings."
Karen: "Fairy wings aren't filling."
Me: "You have to eat about 3000 of them."
Karen: "Are they mostly protein or carbs?"
Me: "I suppose they're really meat, so . . ."
Me: "But I always figured they were made of spun sugar."
Karen: "So pure carbs. No wonder I'm hungry."
This has been another peek into the intimate intellectual life of a long-married couple.