Me: “I hate going to bed sick.”
Wonderful Wife: “Here, have some NyQuil Severe.”
Me: (slurp)
Me: “Aaack! It burns so much going down! Did it finally happen? Did you just poison me for the insurance money?”
WW: “No. If I ever poison you, I’ll choose poison that makes you die quietly without complaining so much.”
Me: “Good to know.”
Me: “How was your day with Grandma?”
My oldest, age 14: “She caught me trying to use The Force to pick up a book that was out of reach, and now she thinks I’m weird.”
Me: “I’ve tried to use The Force almost every day since about 1982. Grandma thinks I’m weird, too.”
Oldest: “You are weird.”
Me: “Thank you.”
Oldest: “You’re welcome.”
Me: “Why are you wearing the pajama pants you gave me for Xmas?”
Wonderful Wife: “The question is – now that flannel fleece was invented, why are they still making clothes out of other fabrics?”
Very Vocal Viking 