This morning, while simultaneously doing a crossword and trying to convert grams into kilograms.
"What's smaller than an inch?" I asked.
"What?" he said.
"You get millimeters, which are smaller than centimeters, but what's smaller than an inch?" I asked again.
"You don't get milli-inches," he agreed.
"We just say 'half an inch' or 'quarter inch',' I said. "We should have deci-inches."
"Or centi-inches," he said. "Cinches!"
"Ha!" I said. "Excellent use of language."
"Well, you know what they say. A miss is as good as a cinch," he answered.
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Life's a cinch!
Take care of the cinches, and the inches will take care of themselves.
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