One night as I was getting into bed, Scott rolled over, kissed my forehead and said,
"You're my gold", with a big smile on his face.
I laughed (a lot) and then he laughed too.
I asked him if he knew what he had said.
He mumbled something about L.A. and then said,
"I messed it up, I'm an elf."
A few minutes later I said, "Am I really your gold?"
He said quickly, "No."
Me-"What?!?!"
Scott-"No way Jose!"
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