My wife did not want to come to the puja tonight, so I called her a “puja pooper”, as in “party pooper”.
She acknowledged the turn-of-phrase, but then gave me a dirty look.
So I said “Namaste.”
So she said “shut up.”
So I said “That is not the appropriate response to ‘Namaste'”.
Oh well. I probably deserved it. I did, after all, call her a puja pooper. It’s a terrible thing, domestic religious persecution. It’s a vicious cycle.