Couldn’t figure out why the GPS was growling at me. Apparently someone had selected “Yeti” as the language.

Me: so I changed the vehicle on my GPS to a hawk.
DH: oh good, so you’re getting useful things done. For a second there I thought you were screwing around.

Youngest, holding up the two liter of Pepsi, which is almost gone, “Can I drink this, just like, with a straw?”
Me: You mean, drink it out of the bottle?
Y: Yeah, with a straw.
Me: No. As soon as you let go, the straw will fall inside.
Y: Dude, no, I KNOW WHAT I’M DOING. I mean, I know straws, man. Geez. Doubting your son.

What it’s like traveling across the US with an Englishman:
Me: Oh look, the birthplace of (famous American)!
DH: who?

Wang chung’s Dance Hall Days came on shuffle, and DH was doing an impression of the singer that had me in tears. Per DH, the guy would be the most awkward guy at any party if he talked like he sings. Blurty McBlurterson. Like the band told him not to sing at that part, but he just couldn’t help himself.