While we were at my little brother's middle school production of Brigadoon a few months ago
(which took place around my bedtime),
we had the following exchange.
Me: "We aren't really in love. We have never sung to each other like that"
("like that" meaning awkwardly clasping both hands together
while trying to sing without puberty interfering with our ability to hit the right note)
Husband: "Whatever." (body turn in auditorium seat, singing voice engaged)
"Whatya gonna do with all that junk? All that junk up in your trunk"
Commence disturbing those around us with poorly stifled laughter.