Little Miss Thing, age 7: “I need to sleep with you tonight.”
Wonderful Wife: “No, back to your bed.”
LMT: “But I don’t sleep well in my bed!”
WW: “Just this morning I asked you how you slept, and you said OK.”
LMT: “Yeah, only OK. That just means I didn’t die.”
(settling into bed)
Me: “Sorry it took me a bit to get to bed tonight. Good night, dear. Sleep tight.”
(long pause)
Wonderful Wife: “What are you doing?”
Me: “Letting you go to sleep. You’ve been saying all night how tired you are. So, let’s go right to sleep.”
(long pause)
WW: “Dont forget the seven.”
Me: “Huh? The seven what?”
WW: “Seven… Eleven.”
Me: “OK. What about it?”
(pause)
WW: “What about what?”
Me: “You said don’t forget the Seven Eleven.”
WW: “I may be… hallucinating.”
Me: “I think you’re just falling…”
WW: (soft snoring)
Me: “… asleep.”
(soft kiss on forehead)
Me: “Goodnight, Sweetie.”
Shhhhhh… Don’t tell anyone, but Giant Vikings actually love having babies sleep on them. It balances out the angry.
Very Vocal Viking 