I'm not talking anymore...

Because when I do, Mark talks back. And our conversations go like this.

Me: I'll be back, I'm running to Ralph's for some salmon.

Mark: What's for dinner?

Me: Um...salmon.

Mark, snapping his fingers: Ooooh, get some lobster!

Me, confused: Why?

Mark: For dinner!

Me: Silence.

Mark: So you're going to Costco?

Me: No, I'm going to Ralph's, at the end of the block.

Mark, confused: But Costco has way better lobster.

Me, slowly: I'm not buying lobster. I'm buying salmon. For dinner.

Mark: Stares into space, licking his lips and thinking of lobster rolls.

Me: So, yeah...I'll be back in 15 minutes.

Mark: Don't forget the rolls! 

Boy, is that kid gonna be disappointed when I put dinner on the table tonight...