Scene: Kids are tussling on the sofa. B tends the fire while I sit typing. He meanders over to see what I'm doing. (I'm on Facebook.) He stands and reads this status of one of my friends while I skim the rest of the page:
I've marked that I like this.
B (pleased as punch) So! I'm a wonderful husband, am I?
Me: *stabbing a last few keys* Nah. You're kind of crappy, actually.
B *reproachfully* Really?
Me: (shrugs) Well, I guess you're okay....
B (peeks at me out of the corner of his eye) Oh, really?
Me: Well, I can't tell you you're great. Your head will blow up!
B: Fair enough. (Kisses the top of my head and wanders away)