From the you-never-know-what-he’ll-say-next file.
The setting: At physical therapy with The Boy.
Him: You know you need therapy when you have to ask your wife to open a pickle jar for you.
Other patients start laughing.
His therapist walks out of her office and says, What are you saying now?
Me: Oh, I see you know my husband.
Him: I said I had to have Shannah open a pickle jar for me the other day.
Therapist: I see. You are crazy.
Him: But you know your wife loves you if when she says “You loosened it for me” while she hands the opened jar back to you.
Therapist: I think you are meant for each other.