Me (laying in bed): "Ugh, I'm exhausted. And it's only Tuesday."
M.O.M. (fluffing up her pillows): "Don't remind me. Can you turn off the light please?"
Me (leaning over to kiss her on the forehead): "Sure thing. Goodnight."
- A strange, indescribable noise suddenly comes from the kids room -
Me: "Fantastic. Was it her? Did she wake up?"
M.O.M.: "Probably. Either that or there's a cat in the house."
Me (suddenly nervous): "Why would you say that when you know I have to go out there and check on her?"
M.O.M. (sitting up and laughing): "Why? Are you afraid of cats?"
Me (sitting up and swinging my legs off of the bed): "No. But remember that little ghost boy in The Grudge? The one that meowed?"
M.O.M. (hitting me in the back): "Why?! Why?! Why would you say that?!"
Me: "You said it sounded like a cat!"
M.O.M.(muffled because she is now covering her head with the blankets): "Exactly! A cat! A fat and fluffy and innocent cat!"
Princess Teacup (from the bedroom): "Raaaawwwwrrrr!"