Mrs.: You didn't mow the grass today.

Me: Yeah, I was going to wait until closer to when we leave for Denver so it won't grow up too much while we're gone. I'll mow it down to three inches just before we leave.

Mrs.: 3 inches? I don't know. I might go for three and a half.

Me: Oh, now we're negotiating? I like it when we negotiate.

Mrs.: No you don't.

Me: Yeah, I guess you're right. I usually lose.