"What's this?" Chris asks me, holding a package.
"Just some shipping envelopes I ordered. It's a package of packages!"
He looks at it, appraisingly. He considers my response. "No," he declares, "I think it's some airconditioner foam."
"Well, that's a good guess, but that's not what it is."
"It's not the right shape for envelopes!" he insists.
"Envelopes, my love, come in a variety of shapes and sizes. Also, why did you even ask me?"
"I thought you would know!"
"I suppose you could always open it."
Guys, it's almost sad. Because with a glint of defiance in his eyes he tears it open.
"Oh, my, look at that. Shipping envelopes. I did NOT see that coming. Wow."
It's like he doesn't even KNOW us.