She called him on the phone last evening. While they talked he checked out her new posts on their blogs. He read, Alonely, and said, “You are a brat!”

She [shocked]: “Did you just call me a brat?!”

He: “Yes.”

She: “Why would you say that?!”

He: “Because it’s true. Besides, just this afternoon you said so.”

She [indignant]: “I said so?”

He: “Yes, you said so. To whit: ‘I am my father’s daug –’“

She [incredulous]: “Did you just call me a twit?!”

He: “No, I did not. I said, ‘to whit.’“

She: “There! You did it again. You called me a twit.”

He [mumbling]: “Grump. Grump. Grump. Grump.”

She [laughter].

He: “You know you really are a brat?”

She: “Yes. But I love you.”

He [resigned sigh]: “I love you, too.”

She: “Hey!”

He [laughter].