Time To Pony Up To Reality

(Since we got together, I occasionally declare in a childish voice that I want a
pony. My fiancée has yet to come up with a response other than, ‘You’re not getting a
pony!’)

Me: “I want a pony!”

Fiancée: “You can’t get a pony. You couldn’t even ride it. You’re too big.”

(I indicate a tiny portion of my computer desk.)

Me: “My dreams.”

(I then use my thumb to ‘crush’ the tiny spot as fast as possible.)

Fiancée: “I was going to give you a kiss, but I’m laughing too hard.”