Me: (singing) You're gonna miss me by my walk. You're gonna miss me by my talk oh. You're gonna...
Fiona: It's sounded like you said taco.
Me: I know I though that too.
Fiona: (laughing) taco!
Me: That's my taco! You can't have it! You get your own!
Fiona: Yeah my taco!
Me: That's nacho cheese!
And then we both laughed until their were tears on our faces.