My wife is one of those people who hates puns. You already know about me.
So, when I can get her to laugh at a pun or two, it always feels like a not-so-small victory.
The other day, as we were dressing our baby together, I was noodling one of his arms into his shirt while she was struggling with the other. I got his hand out first, so as soon as it popped out of his sleeve, I said,
"I win!"
That was enough to make her laugh, but I really caught her off guard when I continued with,
". . . the arms race!"
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