SH [as we are walking to the restaurant for his birthday supper]: We're lucky we don't have dandelions in our yard.
My dandelion-free yard in Memphis. Also grass-free, but that's another story. As in, when the weedkiller package says how much to scatter, they mean just that much and no more.
SH: Look at all the dandelions these people have!
Me: You think it's luck?
Me: You think it's just LUCKY that all the yards around ours are full of dandelions and our yard JUST HAPPENS NOT TO HAVE ANY DANDELIONS?
Me: No. We are not "lucky" [as I do that air quotey thing]. We are "hard worky." I have been pulling dandelions for weeks now.
SH: You have?
Me: You haven't noticed?
Me: Well, I have.
SH: You get the roots and everything?
Me: Yes! When I was a kid, my dad paid me half a penny for every dandelion I pulled from the yard, but it had to have the root attached.
SH: That's not a lot of money.*
Me: It was to me.
* SH thinks I was poor when I was a kid, but he grew up fancy, eating out a lot. His dad was in a union, which I think is silly for professors and not a good deal for the taxpayer, but that is a whole different story that cannot be discussed here.