I’m chopping vegetables and setting out salmon and brown rice for dinner. My boyfriend leans against the counter, watching me cook. We’ve just recently visited his parents, and I’ve learned a lot about his family.

Boyfriend: “Are you on a health kick or something?”

Me: “No, we both are! Remember, your dad passed away so young from a heart attack. I don’t want that happening to you!”

Boyfriend: *Moaning.* “Yeah, but you don’t have to start feeding me this stuff until after I’ve had my first heart attack!”