Wife: “Alright, honey, let’s begin! France!”
Husband, with enthusiasm: “Hooray!” He starts running to the left side of the room, but after three steps he stops, panting. “Sweetheart, can we maybe move the walls closer? Otherwise, your favorite husband is going to expire before he touches the darn wall.”

Wife, like a strict gym teacher: “No excuses! A game is a game!”
Husband sighs: “Fine, but if I pass out, don’t forget the PIN for my bank card!”

Wife: “Okay. Next one… parrot!”
Husband spins around dramatically, rushes three steps to the right, but slips on the rug and nearly falls. “Parrot, parrot… but what if you say ostrich? Do I run or do I order an Uber? Those things are too big to be just birds!”

Wife laughs: “Ostrich is still a bird, darling!”
Husband, groaning as he stands up: “A bird? That’s more like half marathon, half dinosaur!”

The game goes on:
Wife: “Germany!”
Husband starts running left again, but stops mid-way. “You know what? If you say Italy, I’m heading straight to the fridge for pizza instead.”

Wife: “No cheating! Follow the rules! Now… sparrow!”
Husband looks at the radiator instead of running. “Look, there’s one right there. Can I just touch the sparrow instead of the wall and call it a day?”

Wife claps her hands: “Focus! Next one… Spain!”
Husband, still gasping: “Why not say couch already, so I know where I belong?”

Wife gives him a mischievous look: “Fine, last round… Peru!”
Husband runs left, makes it halfway, then plops down on the carpet. “Sweetheart, this game is great for young people. For us? It’s just a fast track to calling the paramedics.”

Wife rolls her eyes: “You’re exaggerating.”
Husband: “Exaggerating? My heart thinks it’s in the Olympics while my knees think they’re in a retirement home!”

Wife laughs so hard she nearly falls off her chair: “Come on, it’s good exercise.”
Husband: “Exercise? I thought marriage was supposed to be about love, trust, and occasionally chocolate cake—not cardio bootcamp at 9 p.m.!”

Wife: “Okay, okay, one more—Turkey!”
Husband freezes, confused: “Wait… is that the country or the bird?!”

They both burst into uncontrollable laughter, realizing the game had officially broken down.

Husband, grinning: “Tell you what, sweetheart—next time, let’s play a game where I don’t need to run. How about ‘Guess what’s for dinner’? The loser does the dishes.”

Wife nods: “Deal. But just so you know—I’m going to win every time.”

And just like that, the “geography and bird marathon” ended… replaced with laughter, pizza, and a nap on the couch.