Brian: I got you something.
Me: Oh yeah?
Brian: It’s smaller than a bread box.
(I look in the bag expecting Peeps or Cadbury Cream Eggs or Cadbury Mini Eggs or jellybeans.)
Me: I ran out of these when we were in Florida!
Brian: Wait, you had these?
Me: Duh. (I look at the side package.) No! OMG THESE ARE WAY BETTER.
Brian: WOAH. I have to take them back. There’s some serious Mickey abuse going on. I didn’t see that in the store.
Me: No! It’s just a love pat. Look! They’re kissing! And it’s pink!
Brian: Abuse. That’s horrible.
Me: LOVE. Tap. (I pet his cheek and shout “Smack!”) See. Love.
Brian: Now don’t go hurting yourself on purpose to wear these.
Brian: If you want to wear one, you can just put it on. You don’t need any real injuries. OK?
Me: What should I chop for dinner?
Brian: I don’t know…HEY! WAIT A MINUTE!
My first thought when I hear “smaller than a breadbox” is RING BOX. C’mon Brian…. 😛
Poor Brian. I’m sure keeping you out of trouble is the same thing as trying to herd cats. 😉
Something like that… 😉
Remember this when you have children and you’re yelling at them for eating all of the gummy vitamins and using all of the mickey/sponge bob/neon bandaids in the house to paper their knees and elbows.
HAHAHAHAHA! I have to tell BRIAN not to eat all of the gummy vitamins!!