him: hey, niiiiice tights!
him: keep up the good work!
him: ....keep buying tights like that. obviously.
[should i be insulted? keep in mind, this is coming from the boy who likes these hats.]
me: can i have a yogurt?
him: yes. what kind?
me: what kind do you have?
him: blueberry, plum and peach.
me: either blueberry or plum. not peach.
(60 seconds later)
him: sorry, princess, but i couldn't find you a blueberry yogurt so you have to choose between the plum and the peach and you really just have the peach because the plum expired a month ago.
[a few weeks ago, i jokingly told him that it's common for american girls to be called "princess." obviously, the sarcasm was lost on him; the tone was not sensed.]
him: none of my friends like the original flavored pringles.....i don't know why.
[keep in mind nothing was said to provoke this comment...he was sitting, staring into space and then these words were spoken.... i nodded politely.]
him: we're not seeing the movie at helios, we're seeing it at multikino.
me: what?! does multikino have caramel corn?
him: i think so...they might just have regular popcorn, though.
me: i hate regular poprcorn. i want caramel corn. like the kind from helios.
him: hey, missy, don't be so spoiled. if we get there and they don't have it, i'll buy you a pony.
me: i don't want a pony. .....you can't eat a pony.
[oh, don't worry. i got my caramel corn.]