"How do you accidentally spit on someone?"

That sure piqued my interest. As I look up, I see my husband and daughter walking in the back door. Then I hear more, "Explain that to me. I don't understand." Then he waits. I couldn't make out her mumbles but clearly they weren't satisfying hubby's desire for an explanation because this is what I hear next, "But you did know you had your mouth open, right? And you did know saliva was coming out of your mouth, right? And you did know he was right under you, right?" (or something similar using a good dose of deductive reasoning that hubby is known for) I couldn't wait to hear how she gets out of this one. I'm ready for her retort (she usually has some good ones) but alas, I must forever be curious because they continue their 'chat' up the stairs. For a split second I contemplate following them. But I know it has nothing to do with me and I can just get the scoop from hubby when he comes back. So as soon as he does, I ask him what she said (anticipating some juicy details). He just looks at me, shrugs his shoulders, says, "Nothing good," and walks back out the door. Sigh.