The other morning he came up behind me and hugged me and as he did, he started talking about the previous night - reminiscing, remembering, reminding me, teasing...
Then he asked me my thoughts - what had what kind of effect, what did i think about this and that, and what about the other?
"Honey, sweetie, dear - i was kinda fuzzy for this and that, and by the time you got to the other, i was flying, so i really only have a vague notion"
(Stern voice/evil glint in his eye) "Well - I want you to pay much better attention next time!"
i imagine i probably won't though