The dogs are on my very last nerve tonight, so I grumble at Daisy and say, "I wish you were a robot monkey instead of a dog!"
The Husband stops what he is doing, turns to looks at me and shakes his head.
"Who even says... WHERE did you even come up with... I mean, sometimes... the things you say. I just don't know."
"What?" I say, quick to defend my brilliance, "Robot monkeys are way better than dogs. If people could choose, everyone would want a robot monkey."
"Uh. Okay... but where did you even come up with that?"
"It's sort of obvious. You can train monkeys to do whatever you want, but robots have to live by the three rules of robot law. So they can't kill you when you sleep. Or throw poo at you. I mean, duh. It's definitely the best of both worlds."
He just keeps shaking his head.
Just another typical night at home.