Mr. and Mrs. Apple

“When did you two meet?”

“27 years ago.”

“28, it was 28.”

“No, it we met 27 years ago.”

“What are you talking about? Are you high or something.”

“You’re the one who is high. Think about it, Big Macintosh is 25, he was born two years after we met.”

“You don’t even know your son’s age. He is 26. Bet you don’t even know how old Applejack is.”

“I do, she is 22.”

“23 idiot.”

“Do you guys fight often?”

“Well, like all couple we fight. We never get to mad at each other. They are more like debates.”

“Debates with lots and lots of swears, coming from her.”

“You’re one to talk.”

“But it’s not like it is a daily thing. Maybe every second or third week we would get in an argument about someone forgetting to bring home dinner.”

“Or someone forgetting their children’s age. Tell me, how old is Applebloom?”

“She is 8.”

“9.”

“This isn’t over.”

“On a scale from one to ten, how happy does the other person make you feel?”

“8.”

“7.5, or 8. Yeah let’s go with an 8.”

“How did you two meet?”