Supper Conversation

Him: Oh good, you’re home. I made supper.
Me: I noticed. Smells good.
Him: It is.
Me: What did you make?
Him: Spaghetti, mushroom meat sauce, corn.
Me: Oh.
Him: Oh?
Me: (with hands on hips) Did you use that ground beef from the bottom of the deep freeze?
Him: (glaring, as only he can glare) So what if I did?
Me: Did you?
Him: No!
Me: I don’t believe you.
Him: Are you calling me a liar?
Me: No. I just don’t believe you!
Him: Eat it.
Me: I’m not eating it if it’s from the bottom of the deep freeze.
Her: (arriving home from work) What’s that I smell?
Him: Mushroom meat sauce.
Her: Did you use the ground beef from the bottom of the deep freeze?
Him: (exasperated) Just eat supper!
Me: Okay!
Her: Okay!
Him: Aren’t you going to ask me if I put any weird spices in there?
Me: Did you?
Him: No.
Me: Then why should I ask you?
Him: Because you always do.
Her: Dad, did you put any weird spices in here?
Him: No.
Her: Okay then.
Me: Okay then.
Him: Okay.

The dinner proceeded in peace.

And it was quite delicious.