Our kitchen has a remarkably small amount of counter space, similar to a mid-size airstream. Now that our kid cooks, we literally have too many cooks in the kitchen. My husband freed up some space by moving the dish drain into one side of the sink. Finding the newly recovered area dim, he ordered a $25 lamp that mounts on the cabinet above. After installing yesterday, he turned it on while I was doing the dishes. Wow! The tiled wall was illuminated as never before, and boy was it filthy. Turn that light off! This was not the response he wanted.
Today, I came into the kitchen from the morning dog walk, noticed the new lamp was on and said, a bit dramatically,
Check out the new light!
My husband replied, Did you just make light of my light?
On a roll, he re-stated with a witty precursor, Light of my life, did you just make light of my light?
I like it! I was being enthusiastic.
Well, I detected a bit of gentle condescension in your tone.
Was it an acceptable amount of gentle condescension or did I cross the line?
It was acceptable.