- Hmmm... Maybe later?
- What the HELL is wrong with you?!
- I know you like the Punjana, honey, we've been together 15 years, but could we not discuss it in front of the kids?
- I asked you about TEA. What on earth is on your blackberry if you answered PUNJANA??
- I'm sorry, Dear. I don't think I heard you. Could you say it again, please?
I poke my head into the living room. It's the typical scene: dog hair covering all surfaces, floor littered with books, sneakers, and potentially fatal choking hazards, larger children antagonizing smaller children, enormous dog snoring in the corner oblivious to the one-year-old climbing on him, Tivo'ed episode of Phinneas and Ferb playing, Daddy on his blackberry occasionally telling them to stop without actually looking up...
"You like the punjana?" I ask, one eyebrow raised. "Seriously?"
"Yes, Dear, look in the pantry." He is smiling, but still not looking up from the crackberry.