Watching Scrooge, the musical starring Albert Finney.
Calvin says, "This is going to make me throw up."
Me: Why? It's a musical. They're SUPPOSED to spontaneously burst into song and dance.
Him: It's all the men's legs flying around in colored tights and all the fluttering toes and gushing songs about love.
Me: It's cheerful. I like it. You're ruining it for me.
Him: *sigh* Fine. You're right, it's just great. I feel exuberant and infused with glee.