Trash Talking.

Today my husband and my son, played a game of basketball against me and our 8 year old neighbor girl. My husband and son beat us. (barely)
My husband has not stopped trash talking me, about that game, since. It’s like, “Brody, can you hand me a spoon,” and he says, “yeah only because I dominated you in basketball…”
Then I started making brownies, and decided to put marshmallow cream in it. My husband started to bring out a pot to melt the marshmallow cream in, and I was skeptical that it would burn. When I said, “oh wow, that actually worked good…” he says, “yeah, I dominate marshmallow cream.”
As we were waiting for the brownies to bake, we started working on a Hulk puzzle, and every single piece that he fit, he’d say, “yeah, I dominated that piece…”
So, I tried to trash talk back, and it comes out, “yeah, well, I was doing good too… and you’re tall… or something…. man, I suck at trash talking..”
Which he of course has to say, “yeah, I dominate you in trash talking….”






















