I really enjoy late-at-night, refusing to sleep, talking in the bed.
Husband: The shingles aren't doing so well.
Me: Do we need a new roof?
Me: Your dad would love to come help you with that.
Him: I don't want anybody to get killed.
Me: I don't want you to get killed.
Him: I never get killed.
It's still pretty funny this morning, though.