Talking with Ducky about his ma’mere saying once, that her son died of a poisonous soccer ball (Just to clarify, Nain had dementia) :
Me: Who eats a soccer ball?
Ducky: Wait, what?
Me: Oooh, you meant venomous.
Ducky: Yes, thank you Ms. Pedantic! Yeah, see kitten, it was this poisonous soccer ball he ate, but first he kept bouncing it off his chin, hoping a cock of equal size would follow…
Me: Hahaha! C’mon, you know I used to work at a reptile house! We can be a touchy people when that term is mixed up.
Ducky: Yeah, fair enough.