Me, taking Rick’s arm and cuddling in: You know you’re kind of my favorite person.
Rick, all chill cause he’s like that: I figure I usually am.
Me: Isn’t it nice to be told, though? And when, exactly, do you think you aren’t my favorite person?
Rick: Well, yeah… I figure when I’m not is when you start hitting me.
Me: Those are love taps!
Rick, looking skeptical: Uh. Huh.
Me, snuggling closer: We call them love taps cause domestic violence is a felony.
Curiouser and Curiouser 