Me: Sweetie, why are you throwing away your socks?
Husband: Because they’re broken.
Me: Broken? How did they break?
Husband: Can you remember me to buy bread?
Husband: Those people own me money.
Me: What people?
Me: I haven’t got any more fazzoletti in my purse.
Husband: That’s because Coco keeps bringing them from your purse.
Translation: the longer I am married to an Italian the better I understand him and the worse my English gets…FYI, fazoletti are those little packages of tissue that Coco goes crazy for and she does steal them from my purse!
PS: Can you please close the light? I’m going to bed. Buonanotte (which can be one or two words)