“Sugar, sit down by the table and we’ll start supper,” said Dorothy to her husband of 50 years.
“Sure thing,” said her husband, settling himself down.
“Now darling, would you like the soup first or the salad?” questioned Dorothy.
“I guess I’ll take the soup,” he responded.
After a whole meal of one endearing term after another, their guest, Bob, couldn’t contain his curiosity any longer. Bob snuck into the kitchen and asked, “Dorothy, do you always talk to your husband like that?”
“Bob, I’ll be honest with you,” Dorothy replied. “For the last five years, I haven’t been able to remember his name, and I am just too embarrassed to ask him!”