I stand behind my husband, taking perfect aim at his gigantic egg head. The hearty *thwock* of the orange hitting his cranium immediately makes me giggle and do the happy dance.
He turns to me, eyes wide.
"What WAS that?" he asks, rubbing his head.
I point to the orange now rolling around on the floor. Lily picks it up and hurls it at the dog. She giggles.
He looks at me like I am crazy.
"Dude, I've told you a hundred times! Use the RIPE fruit. The unripe ones hurt too much!!!!" then he goes back to doing dishes.
Duly noted, husband. Duly noted.
