Looking For A Different Kind Of French Connection

(My husband and I are in our late 20s, so we remember some events like September 11. It is the 4th of July.)

Husband: “Wanna go get some freedom fries!?”

Me: “Oh, god. That was so dumb.”

Husband: “Yeah, couldn’t call them French fries for a while!”

Me: “All because France wouldn’t help us out initially with Iraq and stuff.”

Husband: “Yeah, it was silly.”

Me: “WAIT! If it isn’t French kissing, do we have FREEDOM kissing? Wanna go freedom kissing?”

Husband: “‘MURICA!” *kisses me*