Overheard at breakfast.
Wife: "Hey, does federal law say that I have to get a lunch break after only six hours at work? I've got a doctor's appointment, and would rather just work straight through before leaving early, than to go to lunch, come back for an hour, and go to the doctor."
Me: "You know what? I don't know, for sure. I've had it presented to me one way, but I've never laid eyes on the black letter labor law, myself."
Wife: "Well, how was it presented to you?"
Me, looking up the applicable web page: "Nope, I'm not going to be that guy who just quotes what he heard. Back in police academy, our coordinator would teach us Penal Code . . ."
Me: ". . . by making us read each law aloud in class."
Wife: "So she made sure that y'all had a good handle of all things penal?"
Me: "Oh, she felt we would know the long and the short of it if we dealt with it orally."
Wife: "There's something about having it come out of your mouth that just..."
Elder Daughter: "You two are gross."
I live for these moments.