I was bored for a moment the other night because the book I was reading was wearing on me a bit, so I was bugging my wife for conversation. She was busy trying to read something at the time, so she got a little irritated. “All right,” she said. “We can talk about which kind of slats we want for the bed we’re going to get from IKEA for the spare bedroom.” She knew I didn’t want to talk about that and was just being facetious to drive me off so I’d leave her alone.
I went and found something else to do. However, when I returned a little while later, she began presenting the various slat options (there must have been at least two, but I’m not clear on this or what they were). Apparently, she’d switched from messing with me to actually wanting to talk to me about it.
“You don’t seem to understand,” I replied, “you were joking.”