“What do you think you’re doing?” She said to him as she walked through the door carrying her shoes in one hand and a briefcase in the other.
“Nothing, what are you doing?” He responded while sitting on the comfy couch playing Call of Duty: Black Ops.
“I sent you a text; did you get it?” She asked as she plopped down next to him.
“Yeah, I answered it a while ago. Didn’t you get my response?” He replied.
“I asked you to pick up some milk.”
“I know and I told you I would get it.”
“Well did you?”
“Yes, I just told you that I did.”
“This is what I received from you today.” She said as she displayed her cell phone in front of his eyes.
“Come on, I’m trying to kill these zombies. I know what I sent you.”
“I don’t think you do. Take a look.”

He hits pause on the game and moves his head back to get a better view of the tiny cell phone’s screen.

“It says okay.” He said as he resumed his game and continued killing zombies.
“You can’t say okay in a text.”
“What?”
“You can’t say okay in a text. I can’t grasp your context when you do that.”
“I’m not following.”
“I sent you a text saying we needed milk and I needed you to pick it up.”

He pauses the game knowing full well that she would command his undivided attention.

“Yes, we’ve already established that.”
“When you respond okay, I don’t know if you’re saying it with enthusiasm or if you’re going to get the milk begrudgingly.”
“I really don’t think anyone gets enthusiastic about milk.”
“That’s my point; I can’t gauge your mood from your ‘okay’ response.”
“I honestly don’t see what the problem is, I picked up the milk and I also got a box of Count Chocula®.”
“Really… Count Chocula®?”
“Yes really.”
“Aren’t you a bit old for that?”
“Are you kidding me? Have you ever had it?”
“Have I ever had Count Chocula®?”
“Yes, have you ever had it?”
“Not in years. Not since I was a little kid.”
“You are missing out sister. They are delicious.”
“Okay, enough with the Count Chocula®, back to my point.”
“Yes, what is your point?”
“I don’t think you really wanted to get the milk.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about. I got it didn’t I?”
“Yes, but let’s change the scenario.”
“This should be good.”
“What if it was a snowing blizzard out there?”
“Okay, what if?”
“If you texted me back ‘okay’ how do I know that you’re not mad with me about asking you to get milk during a snowing blizzard?”
“Two things…”
“Yes?”
“I’ve told you a thousand times, it’s ‘mad at me’ not ‘mad with me’. We’re not mad together.”
“Oh yeah, I forgot. What’s the second thing?”
“Why are you sending me out in a blizzard for milk?”
“We’re out of milk of course, duh.”
“So you’re okay with risking my safety going out in a ‘snowing blizzard’, as you like to call it, for a half gallon of milk?”
“But I was thinking of you.”
“How were you thinking of me?”
“I knew you needed milk for your Count Chocula®.”
“No, no, no.”
“No?”
“No. You had no idea I bought Count Chocula®.”
“Oh.”

She looks around the living room for a moment before placing her head on his shoulder and her hand on his chest innocently before speaking to him.

“Can I ask you something?”
“What?”
“Can I have a bowl of Count Chocula®?”
After quite a long pause, he looked at her and smiled and said, “Okay.”