Tuesday, February 1, 2011

A Snippet #2

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!

4 comments:

Tracie said...

Lol. I could see this same.exact.conversation happening over here. James and Austin have a similar sense of (albeit sometimes exasperating) humor. ;)

Shirley said...

Haha there should be a book of pillow talk, well not all pillow talk, but you know what I mean. :)

Mary said...

HAHAHA! I think we all have conversations like that with our hibbies!

Christian and Jennifer said...

Hee hee! Love it!