Married to Sheldon Cooper, Part 2
(My husband has just made himself a bowl of ice cream when I interrupt him with a kiss.)
Husband: “Stop! You’ll melt my ice cream!”
Me: “No. The temperature in the room will melt your ice cream, but not during a two-second kiss.”
Husband: “No. Kisses cause friction. Frictions cause heat. Heat melts the ice cream. So, you melted the ice cream.”
Me: “I’m pretty sure our scientific debate on the properties responsible for melting your ice cream allowed the heat of the room to melt your ice cream.”
Husband: “But if you had never kissed me, this conversation would have never happened and therefore non-melted ice cream.”
Me: “Shush and eat it already, will you?!”
(He finally gave up the argument and ate his ice cream, which, by the way, was slightly melted.)
