Walking through a narrow space in our (poorly designed) kitchen, I ran a hand over my hub's tummy as I squeezed by him.
"That's my belly. My round belly," he says.
Rolling my eyes, I pat my own fluffy middle and say, "Your belly isn't round. My belly is round!"
"So, should I call you pi?" he asks, eyes twinkling.
Groaning, I ask, "Because pi are round*?"
"See? I've been calling you by the right name all these years, sweetie pi!"
*This is the punch line from an old joke: A farmer's son goes to college. When he gets home, his father asks him what he has learned for all of that money. The son thinks a minute and says, "pi r square." The dad replies with dismay, "I don't know what they are teaching you at that fancy school of yours, but everyone knows cornbread are square. Pie are round!"