Mo: Where are you going to run?
Me: On the cool track down the street.
Mo: You can’t run on the track. You’ll hurt your knee.
Me: That was a long time ago. It hasn’t hurt forever.
Mo: Because you haven’t run on the track forever.
Me: It’ll be fine.
Mo: Why are you limping like that?
Me: Me knee is killing me.
Mo: Silence (but the look. You know, that look.)
You would think that just for the sake of a happy marriage she would let me be right every now and then …