The husband suggested whomever thought of the best rhyme could get
breakfast in bed. She thought a bit and said: "Ok, shoot."
He thought for a bit and then said: “2 and 2 are 4, 4 and 5 makes 9,
I've got my hand on yours, you've got your hand on mine.†She thought
a bit then said: "2 plus 2 is 4, 4 and 5 makes 9, I know the length of
yours, you don't know the depth of mine."
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