Romance and chivalry

Last night, Adam and I were discussing a few serious subjects...diapers, hail, helicopters.  You know, really important stuff.  One thing leads to another and we're talking about our relationship, in a sweet and nostalgic kind of way.

Then, in a way that only Adam could do because he's really good at keeping it real, he compares our relationship to two monkeys picking fleas off of each other.  And I laughed.  Because it was true, metaphorically of course.  And I found it endearing.  Suck that Princess Kate.  I don't need your romantic fairy tale story.  I have my own!