I stubbed my toe twice on a chair today. It really hurt. So I go to my beloved, seeking sympathy.
"Check out my toe, I think I broke it, or at least badly bruised it."
"Which toe?" He asks.
"The fat one."
"Soooooo...which toe?"
He sees look on my face.
"Ummm, I think Cheerio toes are really sexy!!"
Smooth Chad, really smooth.
Update: I just kicked the chair for the THIRD time. To his credit, Chad did not laugh until after I had stopped swearing, leaping round, crying and howling in pain. And then he simply asked how the hell I kicked a chair three times in one day. Fair question.