Can We Just Stop Talking?

Some days, I wonder (1) if we’ve always had this much trouble communicating and (2) is it getting worse as we get older?

Tonight Vince opened a bag of some kind of flavored popcorn. He had already finished with what he wanted and I assumed he put the rest of it in a zipper bag but an hour later, we had this conversation:

Vince: Do we have any clothespins here?
Me: Why do you need a clothespin?

I was asking because we don’t have a clothesline but we have some kind of metal clips that look somewhat like clothespins but I don’t even know what they are or where they came from . . just something that got discovered during the move.

Vince: I want to use them to close up the popcorn bag.
Me: Yes. Look in that box right by the door. There’s a plastic bag with some kind of metal looking clips. I’m not sure what they are or where they came from but I think they will work.

Vince was playing a game on the computer. It was literally five minutes later . .

Vince: Huh?
Me: Huh what?
Vince: What did you say about the clothespins.
Me: Yes.
Vince: Yes what?

By this time I was laughing so hard and he didn’t even know why I was laughing. I got up, got the bag of clips.

Me: Will these work?
Vince: Yes! I like these. Where did you get them?
Me: I don’t know.
Vince: What are they for?
Me: I don’t know.
Vince: How long have you had them?
Me: I don’t know. They were in a box I opened. That’s all I know.

What are we going to do with each other? 🙂