Dialogue from the middle of a not-so-pretty argument that BH and I had the other night:
ME: There is a large bug crawling on the ceiling. Can you get it?
BH: What? Where?
ME: (Pointing) There.
BH: (Grabs toilet paper, kills bug)
Fight resumes. Intensity of fight resumes.
Is it odd that I found it very comforting in the midst of a pretty icky fight, that we could both step outside our nasty selves to communicate about something as small as a bug, particularly since I'm usually the bug-killer in our house? If only we had both been smart enough to use the bug as an "out" to end the fight altogether. That would have been way too mature.
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