The Christmas Lasagna

(It’s 11 am on Christmas morning and my boyfriend is still mostly asleep, so I bring him some coffee.)

Me: “Babe, here’s your coffee. By the way I’m leaving soon.”

Husband: *barely awake* “Where are you going?”

Me: “Christmas with the family, remember?”

Husband: “That’s stupid. Can’t you have Christmas tomorrow?”

Me: “Of course not. Then it won’t be Christmas anymore.”

(A few minutes later, my sister calls and says she’s on her way.)

Husband: *still not fully awake* “Is she bringing lasagna?”

Me: “What lasagna?”

Husband: “Lasagna is a stupid name. I’m gonna call it ‘cheesy noodle stuff.’”

Me: *kisses him* “Whatever you say, babe.”