While at dinner last night, I was describing to Chiara the list of "traditional anniversary gifts" that I feel quite sure no one has ever paid any attention to.
She asked what they were and I read them to her:
Me: "First year - Paper."
Chiara: "Money."
Me: "Second year - Cotton."
Chiara: "A tissue."
Me: "Third year - Leather."
Chiara: "A belt."
Me: "Fourth year - Fruit or Flowers."
Chiara: "A basket of flowers?"
Me: "Fifth year - Wood."
Chiara: "A broomstick to the head."
Me: "Sixth year - Candy or Iron. Candy OR Iron?"
Chiara: "Heavy candy?"
Me: "And here is this year's - Wool or Copper."
Chiara: "A copper sweater?"
Bonus Chiara non sequitur from later in the evening:
"Humphrey Bogart looks like one of those guys who has too much saliva in his mouth when he talks."
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