Why I’m holding my breath

 Every time I see my brother’s dog,

I have the following conversation with my husband:

Husband: “No. He’s too big.”

Husband: “No. He’s too big.”

I decide to hold my breath until he changes his mind.

And then I see my brother trying to cook dinner with his dog…

Me: “He’s not THAT big.”

Husband: “Yes. He is too big.”

Me: “I was talking about my brother.”

Bwah ha ha ha ha!

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