Conversation at my house about dinner earlier:
Me: I really don't want to cook tonight. Would you brown the hamburger? (*note* I can't stand the smell of burger cooking inside the house - I don't mind it on the grill, but not in the house)
Dave: No, I don't want to cook either. Why don't you make one of your faux dinners?
Me: *pause to think* What's faux dinner??
D: I don't know, why don't you tell me!
I almost fell off the chair I was sitting on when I realized what had been said. Read it out loud and I hope you giggle like I did. What he meant was like last night, when the kids asked for grilled peanut butter and banana sandwiches. It was just kind of an "on the fly" dinner, nothing really planned.
He's just a regular comedian, I tell ya!