“Hey, whatcha doin’?”
“Making breakfast.”
“I don’t know if you know this, but I like toast.”

“Really? You don’t say.”
“Was that sarcasm? I’m not so good with sarcasm.”
“No, I just never would’ve guessed from the way you gaze longingly at the counter every morning…”
“OK, that’s definitely sarcasm.”
“Or the way you lick the floor to pick up spilled crumbs…”
“OK–”
“Or the way you shove your head into my lap when I’m eating breakfast. Or, for that matter, the way that we have the ‘I Like Toast’ conversation every morning. What could possibly give you the idea that I don’t know about your liking for toast?”
“Well, you never give me any toast…”
“Well, that’s not out of ignorance, believe me.”
“Oh. OK.”
“So we’re done with this conversation. We’re not talking about toast any more. OK?”
“OK.”
“Good.”
“I don’t know if you know this, but I really like bacon.”

