We are at the box office in the supermarket, my husband, my daughter (3 years old).
My mom bought a chocolate.
I: Your daughter can’t eat chocolate, or her ears will soon break away.
Daughter: We will glue them back. Please buy a chocolate.
Husband: Let’s buy bananas and apples, otherwise there’s not enough money for chocolate.
When will you find a rich lover, or what kind of poor?
Everyone around me barely contains laughter. The husband turns to me and seriously says, “Well, I gave up, right?”