This would be typical of a weekend/holiday morning conversation in my home if not for the fact that HM and I rarely work the same days. But we don't, and therefore such interactions are rare and special, like precious stones or an endangered spring ephemeral. Today, we were lucky, and were able to have the following special moment:
BHJG: Get up! Get UP! Make me coffee!!!!!!!!!
HM: Mrkjlkj kldsjfmafdskjadfs
BHJG: Coffee coffee coffee!
HM: It's bad for you!
BHJG: No it's not! The New York Times said--
HM: It's acidic! It's acid!
BHJG: So is orange juice!
HM: No! Orange juice is good for you!
BHJG: So is coffee!
HM: It's acid! It'll eat your insides!
BHJG: No! HM, the pH of your stomach is like, 2. Stomachs are acidic.
HM: That's not very acidic.
HM: Only 2. That's not very acidic.
BHJG: Yes! It's 2! It's--HM, do you know how pH works?
BHJG: Okay, then--
HM: Fffffffffffuuuuuuuuuuuhhhhhh. Fffffffffffuuuuuuuuuuhhhhhhhhhhhh.
Or perhaps it was really, "ppppppppppppphhhhhhhuuuuuuuuuuhhhhhhhhhh."