INT. THE BEDROOM ifyaknowwhatimean
Him: Wait. What are you wearing?
Her: My favorite onesie?!
Him: Yeah. Take that off.
Her: You don’t like my onesie?
Her: But it’s so adorable!
Him: I don’t think that’s what you’re going for in here.
Her: Oh, you’d be surprised.
A few to eight hours later…
Him: Are you wearing that terrible thing again?
Her: My totally adorable onesie?
Her: Yep! And don’t you worry, I have a wide and varied selection of the sort. I even have a snap-front one with sleeves and legs and the whole bit.
Him: I’m sleeping with a seven-year-old.
Her: Hey, some men go to jail for this sort of thing. You get it risk-free!
I think HER won.