“Are you safe?”  This is the question I ask of DH and he will ask me when whichever of us gets into the passenger seat of the car.  The question often triggers some silly conversations, because “Are you safe” means “Have you put your seat belt on?”

So this morning as I slowed to a stop in front of DH’s office, he had popped his seat belt before I came to a complete stop, and here is the banter than ensued:

Me – *hearing the seat belt click open* “You’re not safe!” *car stops*

DH – *makes a deep bend at the waist*  “I KNOW!  Did you see that?!  I almost went through the windshield!”

Me – *gasping with a devious grin*  “Then I’d be rich!  RICH beyond my wildest dreams!”

DH – “Yes…. but your bed would be so lonely.  Hmm, well, for a little while at least…. maybe.”

Me – “Yeah… maybe just a little.  I mean, who are you trying to kid?”

He laughed, I laughed, we said our goodbyes and well-wishes for a good day.  Yeah, I know.  We’re weird.