Unable To Process This Nectarine

(My husband and I are processing nectarines late at night as they will spoil if we leave them any longer. Note: we have both had long, hard work days and would really rather be in bed. Also, we are a child-free couple by choice.)

Me: “If we had had a daughter, we should have named her Nectarine.”

Husband: “That would have been pretty. Of course, you know it would have been shortened down to Neck…”

Me: “Or Necky.”

Husband: “Or Tureen.”

Me: “Or Taurine.”

Husband: “Poor girl.”

Me: “You know we’re feeling sorry for someone who doesn’t exist, right?”