What she liked best about the apartment was the fact that it was next to a little restaurant and she could hear the clinking of dishes whenever she liked.
It seemed to her that the waitress was refilling his glass of water with flirtatious frequency.
He said: “With you it’s always ‘never’!”
“No, you’re exaggerating,” she replied. “It’s just never ‘always.'”
The little girl looked up at her mother and said, “A roof is a lid, right?”