(I had to cut this down to make it fit on Twitter, which I did because it was too long to tweet, but really too short for a blog. But here I am, blogging the actual word for word version ANYWAY, because I am STILL so dern charmed by it.)
SO…
Me: *coming up the stairs behind him and bending down to poke at his lower legs* These here are your shanks.
Him: What?
Me: YOUR SHANKS. And if I were to murder you and cook them and serve them for dinner, it would be Osso Buco.
Him: No. It would be AWESOME Buco.
He did not miss a beat.
Awesome.
heeeee!!!!
You two really ARE meant for each other, aren’t you? Yay for Mr. Husband being home!
Shank yew berry mush. I needed a chuckle.
Welcome home, Mr. Husband.
perfectly matched, indeed.
well played both a youse.
Heh. Where else can one fine a story that merits all THREE of these tags: cannibalism, love, marriage.
You rock.
True love.
Also, those salt and pepper shakers look like they were inspired by Tim Burton. <3
Indeed!
That IS awesome! I was considering posting about my son’s comments about the top of the stairs yesterday, but yours tops mine, by far!
(Of course, my son is only 3.) He was trying to put on pants, sitting on the top step of the stairs. I asked him to do it ANYWHERE else but he explained that he LIKES to get dressed THERE.
Me: “Well, that is a PERFECT way to fall ALL the way down the stairs.”
Him: “Thank you! Thank you very much!”