Laughing at You

Yesterday M and I were unloading the dishwasher. (Usually that’s just their job but with the healthy eating we’re running two loads a day, so I helped on one.) I don’t remember what we were talking about but this is how the conversation ended.

“Are you laughing at me?” I asked.

“No. I’m snickering. That’s worse,” he answered.

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