However, I swallowed my disgust and pretended to be troubled. "But recently, a one-million-dollar certificate of deposit is maturing. I was planning to buy you a sports car with it. This money is from my mother, and she didn't want me to have an IUD. I don't want to use her money and upset her."
As I mentioned "sports car," Chris's eyes lit up.
He had long been eyeing the new "chick killer" sports car, but I had been holding off, worried about his reckless behavior.
Hearing me talk like this, he excitedly said, "Honey, we can't let Mom be unhappy in her grave. You should remove the IUD, but I won't get a vasectomy. I'll just use protection from now on."
He put on a face that was all about giving and taking.
I wasn't buying it. "That won't do, darling. You don't like using protection anyway. Since we don't want children, just get a vasectomy. As long as you get the vasectomy, I'll immediately go pick up the car. Deal?"
Chris's face changed repeatedly.
He wanted the car, but getting a vasectomy for it seemed like too great a sacrifice.