me: I think I’m switching back to the old running vest.
me: I just realized that the phone pouch is far enough to the side that when I fall and crush my ribs, the phone will be OK.
mo: I’m not worried about your phone. I’m worried about your ribs. The new vest is better for your ribs.
me: The old vest is better for my phone.
mo: You’re such a boy.
me: You’re such a girl.