Hubs: What’s for dinner?
Me: Will we have both kids?
Me: I say we pick a kid and eat them.
Hubs: That’s weird.
Me: I’m just running out of ideas. … We could make Haley cook.
Hubs: I don’t want Hamburger Helper. I’ll just stop by the grocery store.
Me: I guess we could do nachos or spaghetti.
Hubs: I don’t want spaghetti.
Me, because I’m out of ideas: I just found out I can change my texts to hot-air balloon shapes on a background of green sky with clouds.
Me: It has BALLOONS.
Radio silence from the hubs. I win texting.