"Mom, can you get some medicine for Daddy? He has a headache."
".........uh, his HEAD!"
My boy has a firm grasp on the sarcastic.
I walk into the other room and ask my husband what kind of a headache it is that he has (I am so nurturing!). "Behind my right eyeball," he answers.
"Does it hurt when you move your eyes?"
"Oh, I had one earlier in the week behind my left eye that hurt when I moved my eyeball around."
Never one to pass up on an opportunity to make me the butt of a joke, he says, "It's always about YOU, isn't it? We're talking about me and MY eyeballs here. Why do you ALWAYS have to turn the conversation back around to youuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu?"
"Yes. Yes, I do that often, don't I? I DO tend to bring the conversation around to myself often. I wonder why that is? What do you think?"
FBNOML says, "Well done, Mom. Nicely played."