D$: What photo?
MWK: The one of the two of us, from the wedding. From the first dance.
MWK: The one that hung up in our living room in our old place?
MWK (for some reason thinking that repeating herself will do the trick): The one of us from the wedding? We are dancing? It was hanging in the living room?
D$: I seriously don't have any idea what you are talking about.
MWK (now from another room): BAAAH! It is leaning on the wall by the fireplace. Go look at it.
D$: We are dancing in that photo? It looks like we are smooching.*
MWK: Look at my arm!
D$ (walks into room where MWK is to inspect arm): Why do you want me to look at your arm?
MWK: IN THE PHOTO! LOOK AT MY ARM IN THE PHOTO! WE ARE CLEARLY DANCING!
D$: Oh! Uh...I believe you. But I really thought you wanted me to look at your arm just now.
* We are not smooching in the photo. But our heads are very close together. We may be just pre-smooch.
**I know the whole "heh-heh aren't men stupid" schtick gets very, very old, but this was too ridiculous not to share. I am not sure how D$ actually survives in the real world.