So, last week Craig and I went out to dinner, and on the way out to the truck, he was talking and stopped mid-sentence. I looked over at him and he had this look on his face like he had just got a whiff of something terrible or he was about to sneeze. Realizing he was about to sneeze, I did the "normal" thing I've always done growing up and yelled "THINK ABOUT PIGGIES!"
He waited a few moments, and it magically went away. I then said "Ah-ha! My little trick worked."
He quickly retorted and said "Nu-uh, I was already thinking about purple elephants!"
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