Baby talk, Salad speak...

"Sweetheart, how many babies do you want? 3 or 4 okay?", I said while washing the spinach for my salad.

"Doesn't matter, it's your choice", he replied.

"Really? You don't care?"

"No, it's not my lunch!"

"huh?"

These conversations happen daily, to a lesser degree, but usually we don't find out till days later that there was a complete misunderstanding. Today he assumed I was asking how many leaves of spinach I should put in my salad.