On a recent trip to the grocery store, I conceded to buying a tub of ice cream for dessert that night. And hot fudge. And Nigel’s favorite popcorn. Then, as we rounded a corner, he noticed some huge sugar cookies, frosted bright orange, undoubtedly full of chemicals. Of course he asked for them.

Me: Don’t push your luck.

Nigel: Stop saying that I’m “pushing” my luck; I’m actually pulling it.

Sometimes his way of looking at things just makes more sense.