So this morning, I wake up and The Brit is sitting on the edge of the bed, and he's bouncing around and I woke up (He was actually putting on his socks, I think).
Me: (Mumbling sleepily) What are you doing?
The Brit: A tap dance (he often gives me sarcastic answers in a teasing manner).
Me: Are you any good?
Him: Nah, I'm crap.
So a few minutes later, once he is fully dressed with his shoes on, he attempts the tap dance until I am giggling.
Fast forward to tonight and we go to dinner at The Orchid Garden. At the end of the meal, we each get a fortune cookie. The Brit's reads as follows:
"Just because you put tap shoes on an elephant doesn't mean he can dance."
Priceless and the timing? Impeccable.