Showing posts with label Pillow Talk. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Pillow Talk. Show all posts

March 7, 2013

Pillow Talk (2)

Me (peering out the window): "Wow, it's really windy outside."

M.O.M. (in bed, reading a book): "Yeah, it sounds scary."

Me (crawling into bed next to her): "I don't remember it sounding this bad during Sandy."

- a few seconds of silence - 

M.O.M. (putting her book down): "What is wind?"

Me (laughing): "What?"

M.O.M. (laughing as well): "No, seriously.  What is wind?"

Me (still laughing while sitting up): "What are you 4 years old?"

M.O.M.: "Why? Do you know the answer?"

Me: "Well, uhm, not like the precise answer.  But isn't it like the movement of air through currents and slip streams caused by the rotation of the Earth?"

M.O.M.: "You don't sound like you know what you're talking about."

- a few seconds of silence -

Me (getting up from bed): "I'm going to go look it up.  Because, knowing him, he's going to ask me a million questions about the wind tomorrow."

M.O.M.: "I don't understand how we're responsible for raising two children and we don't even know what wind is."

February 21, 2013

Scaredy Cats (a.k.a. Pillow Talk 1)

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."

M.O.M.: "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!"