The Competition in Our House

Sometimes I wonder how Mario and I end up in some conversations. Today we went from loving to weird in one minute flat. 

Me: Honey you are the cutest boy I know

Mario: Thank you babes

Me (looking at the cat): Well he's pretty cute too

Mario (apparently feeling competitive): But I don't throw up on the floor

Me: True, but his ass doesn't rumble the house like yours does

Me: Now I don't know who's cuter

Between those two, they're lucky they're both cute or they'd be out of the house. 

Bob says "You can't be this kind of cute!"