>For all the times you’ve asked how a 15-year age difference affects my marriage

“I don’t know how you do it,” Hubs sighed this morning.

“Do what?” I asked.

“Balance that huge head on that little body.”

“Oh, you’re one to talk,” I said. “Your head is, like, twice the size of mine!”

“Keep telling yourself that,” Hubs laughed. “All I know is that you were the one who needed two pieces of construction paper.
Me? I only needed one.”

“Whatever,” I retorted. “They didn’t have construction paper when you were a kid. Only chalk! And slates!”

“Yeah, right!” Hubs said. “You must’ve really hated gluing those strips of construction paper together to fit around your head.”

“At least we had glue,” I said. “Not like the gum from trees you had to use when you were a kid.”

“I can’t believe you’re pulling out the old jokes,” Hubs said.

“Don’t push me,” I said. “There are a lot more where those came from.”

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