You know what those are?

So my husband and I are out for a walk last night (once a week or so I manage to get him away from the TV and into the fresh air) and he mentions that maybe he should go see the eye doctor. We get talking about this and agree that probably both of us need to go to the eye doctor. I, myself, have an irrational fear of the eye doctor that rivals my hatred of going to the dentist, but that's a whole 'nother story there....

Anyways, we're talking about our parents and how they all wear reading glasses and probably we will too one of these days and he says "Sometimes, I see spots in my eyes. Especially at night when I'm working".

Without missing a beat, I say "You know what those are? Those are dead people."

And here is why he is my very favorite. Rather than rolling his eyes at me because I'm spouting nonsense yet again, he says "Who told you that?", like it wasn't me making up something totally absurd and ridiculous - someone else must have told me that. Because I never make up random craziness... Not me, never. Hee....