Another glimpse at life in the West home:
James talks a little bit too loudly about something... working for the FBI or something.
Me: Honey, I love you and I don't normally think you talk too loud, but Baby is sleeping... so, could you please just lower your voi...
James stares blankly at me, a hint of shocked offendedness on his face.
Me: ... you know, just a little...
James continues to stare at me.
Me: Come on, honey, I'm just asking you to talk a little quieter, you're looking at me like I'm asking you to chop off your arm or something.
James (Clearing his throat, finally deigning to speak to me): Now, here's a question for you - how many times have you asked someone to chop off their arm, that you know what kind of look they would give you?
Me (Interjecting with rueful laughter): I have an imagination!
James (Not missing a beat): Are you lying awake at night, imagining this scenario - (mimicking me) What would you say if I asked you to chop off a finger? Now, what would you say to an arm? Continues mocking me until...
Me: This is going on the blog!
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4 comments:
Lol. I could see this same.exact.conversation happening over here. James and Austin have a similar sense of (albeit sometimes exasperating) humor. ;)
Haha there should be a book of pillow talk, well not all pillow talk, but you know what I mean. :)
HAHAHA! I think we all have conversations like that with our hibbies!
Hee hee! Love it!
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