This is how my day started:
Laying in bed talking to my beloved husband.
Z: When I get old I am not going to be able to use this hand. (I have arthritis or tendinitis or both in one of my hands)
M: You can use it now. (waiting for me to get that he thinks I am old;)
Z: (after I give him a loving hit on the shoulder) Oh yeah well I had a really good day with you yesterday. (he was at work all day and at a meeting most of the night.)
M: Me too.
God I love that man.