more bedtalk

I have mentioned before that S thinks Β he's hilarious. Picture it. We're cuddling, just before bed, indulging in some sweet nothings and romantic words. I don't even remember what we were talking about, but I said, "No need lah!"

S: Ooooh, some Singaporean popped out!

Me: Honey, it's not called "Singaporean", it's called "Singlish".

S: There's no such thing as Β "Singlish".

Me: Yes there is.

S: No there isn't. "Singlish", pfft, sounds silly.

Me: There totally IS. Wanna bet on it?

S: There is NOT such a thing as Singlish. Let me tell you this now.

Me (feeling triumphant at imminent win): How much would you like to bet on it??

S: [silence]

Me: How much would you like to bet on it?!

S: Umm...

Me:Β How much would you like to bet on it?!

S: I would very much like to bet on it!!! Very much! I would very much like to bet on it! Geddit? GET IT?!

He bursts into guffaws of laughter. Evidently at his killer combination of cleverness and charm.