(I had to cut this down to make it fit on Twitter, which I did because it was too long to tweet, but really too short for a blog. But here I am, blogging the actual word for word version ANYWAY, because I am STILL so dern charmed by it.)
Me: *coming up the stairs behind him and bending down to poke at his lower legs* These here are your shanks.
Me: YOUR SHANKS. And if I were to murder you and cook them and serve them for dinner, it would be Osso Buco.
Him: No. It would be AWESOME Buco.
He did not miss a beat.