This is the type of thing that happens almost every night at home.
Me: Honey, there is a mosquito on the ceiling.
Captain Thoughtful: I got this. Whoa! There are two of them up here! I’m going to smash them so hard. It’s going to be like “Face Off.”
Me: That makes no sense.
Captain Thoughtful: I know.
Me: I feel like, though, like, I want to make it make sense.
Captain Thoughtful: Right?!