Every time Mike says, "I like..." and then pauses, I very quickly interrupt with : "big butts and I cannot lie!"
I graduated from high school in 1992, the year Baby Got Back came out. (& no, I did not have mall hair or watch Beverly Hills 90210 or speak in valleygirlese.) A somewhat lascivious hip-hop(? rap?) tribute to curvaceous black women, the lyrics have inexplicably stuck with me all these years.
So this evening, while Mike was cooking bratwurst and toasting rolls on the grill, I said, "Oh, I think I bought the wrong buns. They're too big."
He answered with, "That's okay. I like big buns...and I cannot lie."
It's only taken nine years of marriage - but finally! A breakthrough in the generation gap. It's sweet how he humors me.