“It does look a bit like PJs,” I tease him for the umpteenth time within a few months since he’s bought himself this lovely blue striped shirt, “but I’d really love to lay my hands on it.”
This time he can’t take it any more: “OK, OK, you can have it.”
“Ooooohhh, thank you. You know what, get yourself a new one and let me pay for it.” Yes, I am ashamed of myself and yes, I am trying to bribe him.
Well, wouldn’t you? 😳