Inching My Way Back...

I worry that Mario works too hard. So I bug him about it. Today I said, "Remember, honey, you're a human being not a human doing." (Grinning.)

"Yes, but I still want to do stuff," he said.

"Do you think at the end of our lives we're going to remember what we did?" I paused. Then I said, "No, we're going to remember what we ate."

Mario laughed and laughed. "Didn't see that one coming."