O: Good morning, my distinguished wife!
Me: ‘Morning, husband! Where’s my downstairs morning kiss?
O: I can’t, my mouth is…foaming.
Me: Are you rabid?
O: No…so what do you call it when you first wake up? It’s not foaming? Me MIT, only know numbers; you Harvard, know words.
Me: Very funny. Why are you looking like that and patting my face? Is it the rabies?
O: I’m trying to be lovely! Or is it loving?
Me: In this case, it is both. Like an equation.
O: Ha! Math!