[INT] kitchen after lunch.
Children running around as the table is being cleared, and two of them say they want to drive the new(ish) tractor.
Wife hugs and kisses husband lovingly.
H: Do you want a ride on the tractor, babe?
W: (Looks at H as if he’s suddenly retarded)
H: Farmer Game, baby!
W: But I don’t have the fat farmer ankles.
H: Give it time babe, give it time.
W: I also need to get the walk. (Impersonates a penguin style wobble) with the sunken neck and bent spine. Don’t worry though, it’s coming along!
H: (Nods proudly) That’s the way!
I think it’s fair to say we have a unique sense of foreplay.
