[While discussing the gender normativity of Colorado suburbs as they relate to the possibility of our son being gay.]
Her: ... I mean, chances are he isn't gay, but if he is gay I don't want him to be plagued by all these social mores.
Me: [Singing.] When... your... neighbors all say that you shouldn't be gay, that's a more.
Her: That's really good.
Me: [Still singing.] When you're swimming and feel a big slippery eel, that's a moray.
Her: Not as good.