Hubby and I have ritualistic arguments.
When we are in Red State, he insists on calling what is clearly a pond a 'lake'.
When we are in California, he insists that palm trees don't exist and that the interstate should be called "THE 5" (yea, I know that is what Californians call it themselves, but they are wrong too).
He just persists in these bad habits of thought and I correct him... if I miss even one, he says it sets a precedence, and thus he's right forever....
So, on the way home from the harbor cruise tonight I finally said, "Just because I don't correct you, doesn't mean you aren't wrong".
His response was something to the effect of 'that is the definition of the American male's life'.... 'especially the married American male'.
yea -- that's my hubby.... but, I can keep up with him.