This is one of our favorite stories to tell…
I usually pack our breakfasts and lunches. One evening it had gotten particularly hectic and I didn’t have time to get it done. I told Hubby he’d be on his own in the morning.
When he got home the following evening, I asked him what he’d had for breakfast.
“I did really, really well! I had a plain bagel!”
“Yep. It came with a piece of cheese!”
“Yep. And a sausage patty!”
“Oh! And an egg, too!”
“Wow! That was some plain bagel!”
“Yeah. I thought the same thing! What a deal, right? And they threw in a hash brown patty, too!”
Coming out of a store at the Magic Kingdom, I spotted dropped ice cream on the ground. I pointed it out to Hubby so he wouldn’t step in it.
Hubby: I bet someone is screaming now.
Me: Yep. And his wife is really embarrassed.
Me: You know it’s tough living with a perfect person.
Hubby: You seem to manage just fine.
Listening doesn’t always require our ears.
Me (jokingly): How come I’m always waiting on you?
Hubby: Perfection takes time!
…with a three-year-old grandchild…
Grandchild: We are standing by the frigerator.
Mommy: Sometimes she just likes to state facts.
Grandpapa: Yep. She’s a little almanac.
Grandchild…excitedly: Mommy! He called me an omelet!
<<Insert laughter all around>>
We were traveling today. On one of the flights, this was the conversation in the row behind me…
“The pilot was coming in a little too fast on that landing!”
“Seriously! He was flying!”