Me: “So what should have for dinner?”
Mr. Cinical: “You decide, you are the picky one.”
Me (indignant): “What do you mean?”
At this point, Mr Cinical realised that he had dug a big hole for himself.
Mr. Cinical: “Hmm, let me rephrase that. In our relationship, you make the executive decision in the food selection. And I will eat whatever you want to eat because I love you.”
Right, forgiven. I’m such a sucker for words.