Am I your...?

Today's lunch conversation:

Am I your ... oh, I can't, never mind, I lost it...

No, no, finish the sentence. Am...I...your...what?

Are you my...

No, no, this is you talking. Am I your...what?

(she shakes her head in confusion)

Okay, repeat after me: Am I...

Am I...

Your...

Your...

Am I your...what?

Am I your ... your ... wife?

YES! Yes you are!

I am?

Yes.

Since when?

This always blows your mind -- since 30 years ago.

Oh, I'm soooo sorry...

She tells me it's going to take a while for this to sink in. She excuses herself to visit the washroom. She returns and apologizes for asking so many questions, but everything is so new to her and she's trying to make sense of it. I say that's fine, ask away.

So, you and me ... we're brother and sister?

No, husband and wife.

Really? Oh, that's so much better!

Better for you, better for me, and REALLY better for our daughter.

Annie! Is Annie okay?

Annie's fine.

We finish our sandwiches and our cookies and walk out to the car. Halfway home, the questions start again:

I'm sorry to ask so many questions, but I'm still getting used to all this...

That's fine. What do you want to know?

You and me ... we're brother and sister?