The “Yes, pickles.” continues. We had four boys in the back of the car last night cutting up. (Earplugs anyone?) Son #1 yells from the back “Dad, can you marshmellow watermelon weinerschnitzel?” I look at Steve “Marshmellow watermelon weinershcnitzel?” Steve rolls his eye at me and says “What, Son?” Son #1 yells “Can you marshmellow watermelon weinerschnitzel?” I yell back “Marshmellow watermelon weinerschnitzel?” He’s silent for a minute then yells back “Dad, is something wrong with Mom?” I yell back enthusiastically ”Yes, pickles!” More silence. “Dad?…. “ Again I call back ”Yes, pickles!” Steve gave me a sideways glance, shook his head at me, sighed and said “Nothing, Son. You mother is deaf.”