I don’t know about your family, but Whit and I have a deep love for Mexican food. And when I say deep love what I actually mean is this:
[Typical Thursday Evening]
Whit: Where do you want to go for date night?
Me: I don’t care, you choose.
Whit: No, you choose. I want whatever you want.
(Enter the ritual of arguing about who is choosing…)
Both of us: How about Mexican?
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