This little light of mine…

Sometimes M and I have random, comically menacing conversations with each other.  Like tonight, at around 8:30:

M:  Oh crap, I forgot to take money out of the bank so you can do my emissions tomorrow.
Me:  You know, it wouldn’t kill you to say ‘please’ every once in a while.
M:  Psh.  You better.  Or when I come home I’ll spank you.
Me:  Psh.  Try it when I make you walk home.
M:  I’ll get here eventually.
Me:  Yeah, good luck getting in after I change the locks.  You’ll find everyone else standing outside with you.  You’ll all be knocking and begging me to let you in.  And I’ll look down and whisper “No.”