It Is Best Just To Laugh And Not Get Chesty

(I’m sitting at the kitchen counter, while my boyfriend fixes a cup of coffee. He is serving himself sugar out of the sugar jar. Before he puts it back in the cabinet, he shakes it a little.)

Me: “Why were you shaki—”

Boyfriend: “Boobs.”

(He reaches across the counter and pokes me in the chest. At my expression, he starts laughing, and walks away. A minute later, he comes back.)

Boyfriend: “Anyways, what were you saying?”

Me: “Why were you sha—”

Boyfriend: “Boobs.”

(He reaches across the counter and pokes me in the chest again, laughs loudly, and walks away. A couple of minutes later, he comes back.)

Boyfriend: “Okay, really, what were you saying?”

(I stare at him suspiciously, and cross my arms over my chest.)

Me: “Why were you shaking the sugar?”

(He smiles at me expectantly.)

Me: “…Ugh! Fine!”

(I uncross my arms.)

Boyfriend: “Boobs!”

(He reaches across the counter, and pokes me in the chest. He does, eventually, answer me.)