You know you have done it. While watching tv or playing footsie on the couch, inevitably the Mutually Assured Disgustion of the “I love you more” game begins. At our house the escalation would usually take place with me kinging the hill as I burst out “I love you more…Infinity!”, thereby locking myself in as king lover and therefore able to demand a king’s ransom in booty.

Yeah, not so much. Turns out prewife’s don’t like to lose out on this snuggley game of world domination. So, not only am I denied the use of the word “infinity” in any more MAD games, but I’m not allowed to use the word “booty” to describe my favorite buried treasure either. That just sucks.

Found this on the YouTube. It’s a pretty funny example when the “game” gets out of hand!