This is just a funny little story, but I'm going to start with a disclaimer. My husband is one of the most intelligent men I have ever met. He's smart, logical, incredibly good at his job. He donates blood. He thanks me every night for cooking dinner. He's just a good guy in general. That being said, sometimes he is very, very hilariously stupid.
He was lying on the couch in his underpants, having just hit play on an episode of Criminal Minds. I was putting on some shoes to go for a quick warm-up run to get myself ready for leg death. I peeked into the living room and looked at the man who complains fairly often about the fact that he has gained quite a bit of weight and said "Hey, wanna go for a 5-minute run with me?" with a cheeky smile. To my surprise, he looked as if he were actually contemplating it. After about 30 seconds, he sat up and said "Yeah, I think I will." I almost peed myself right there.
We went for the run. He probably jogged for about 3 1/2 - 4 minutes of the whole thing! I was proud. We got back and I started with some walking lunges. He did a few with me, then stretched and went inside. I finished my workout, stretched and went to the kitchen to get myself a glass of water.
He followed me in and waited until I had water in my mouth to say "My QUADRILATERALS are sore." I glanced at him and saw he was serious, immediately choking on my water. In between laughing and coughing, I said "Your what?" He repeated, his quadrilaterals. I was attacked by another wave of laughter, this one rendering me breathless. Finally, I said "You...don't....have.....quadrilaterals." He looked confused and asked me what the muscles were in the front of his legs. I told him and he asked, "Then what are quadrila....oh good God. Shapes with four sides. My rectangles are sore."