This took place a few weeks ago while D was having a snack.
Me: Don’t put the plate on the couch. It’s been in the fridge, you know…
Me: Maybe it’s dirty. [I was thinking it could stain the couch].
D: I’m telling you: if I had to lick the couch or inside our refrigerator, I would choose the refrigerator.
Doesn’t this sound like a conversation from Seinfeld?