“I’m sorry.”

“For what?”

“I don’t know.”

“Well how can you be sorry if you don’t know what you are sorry about?”

“It’s just in case. Now you say you are sorry.”

“What? O.K., I’m sorry.”

“For what?”

“For being a bit snippy this morning. See? I just identified the thing I was sorry for.”

“That’s o.k., I figured it’s just hormones.”

“Uh…no, I think those post-pregnancy hormones are out of my system by now.”

“Oh, really???  Crap!”

“What?  That you don’t have a reasonable justification to pin my behavior on?”

“Exactly.  You are not for the fainted heart.”

“You mean ‘faint of heart’?”

“Thank you.”

“For what?”

“For choosing me to put up with you.”