Lumpy Meerkat sneered at his wife.
"I will not call you that," she said, putting the finishing touches on her painting of two children throwing popcorn at each other in a canoe.
"But I thought you loved me," he said.
"I do. But I am not going to call you Lumpy Meerkat. It is a stupid name for a super hero." The canoe was yellow, and it was floating on the surface of a lake with a lot of lillypads on it.
Lumpy Meerkat gave the edge of the table a spiteful nudge, causing his wife's brush to slip laterally, marring a lillypad.
"And all of those times we whistled in the rain together?"
"You were still calling yourself 'Jeff' back then."
He swore loudly.
"Swearing loudly will not change the facts," she replied. I should have married a lillypad, she thought.
"I am a super hero, Margaret, and as such I can call myself whatever I want."
"You are not a super hero," she said, calmly. The marred lillypad could not be salvaged, so she threw it out.
He turned and left the room. "I am Lumpy Meerkat, and I will do as I please," he said over his shoulder.