Let me explain.
Yesterday, I heard my husband talking in the other room. The kids were upstairs so I asked him who he was talking to.
"Marty," he replied.
No one named Marty lives in our house. We do not know anyone named Marty. We live in a Martyless universe...
'Who?" I asked.
"Marty told me I was crazy and I told him not to call me crazy," he replied in explanation.
From the other room I heard Chris Rock exclaim "you guys are crazy!"
It was at this point that I realize that while cleaning up the kid's toys, my husband has triggered the MacDonald's figurine of Marty, the zebra from Madagascar.
"Un-huh." Makes perfect sense.
From the other room -
"And then I punched him in the face."
I think this summer may call for a Mommy and Daddy get-away.