Scene: Bee, hubs and I are sitting at the dinner table. Everyone is enjoying their meal, when….
Hubs: (picks up a pinch pot of salt and takes a whiff) You know, I’ve never really stopped to think about what salt smells like.
Me: …..reeeeeeeeeeeally? (grabbing my phone and pretending to Tweet the profound statement he’s just made)
Hubs: Come on, seriously. Think about it! Salt doesn’t have an actual smell.
Me: Go on…. (smirking while fake typing away)
Hubs: Salt does not have a scent! You can maybe smell the ocean, but really only if you add it to water and then it smells like salt water.
Me: Mmmm-hmmmm! (tap, tap, tapping on the phone)
Bee has stopped eating and is intently watching the banter like a tennis match, back and forth between us, taking it all in.
Hubs: You better not be Tweeting this! You take a sniff and tell me what you smell. Nothing! It smells like…
Me: (obliging) SALT! It smells like salt!
Hubs: Nope. Wrong! (turning to a thoughtful-looking Bee) Bee, tell mommy that salt has no smell.
Hubs: (pointing at me) Booya!
Bee: (mic dropping her fork on the floor) Booya.
Clearly siding with her father, I am outnumbered and humbly agree to disagree.
And through smiles, we finish our dinner in peace.