Scene: Bedroom, 4:21am
Me: Fast Asleep
He: *nudge*
Me: *snore*
He: *nudgenudgenudge*
He: *NUDGE!*
Me: mrrrrrf…. huhhhh?
He: Do you smell that?
Me: smell what?
He: smells like skunk!
Me: uh.. a little… I guess….
Me: (thinking “the window is open, we live in Vancouver, WHO CARES AT 4AM!”)
He: *gets up to pee*
Me: *goes back to sleep*
He: *nudge*
Me: WHAT?
He: so that smell? not a skunk.
Me: no?
He: no.
Me: then what?
He: my armpits.
Me: *rolls as far away from him as possible, burying nose in April Fresh duvet cover*
*ROTFLMAO* Category Amour? Oh dear god.
My boy doesn’t nudge at 4am, if you know what I mean. He tries to accidentally wake me up. When that doesn’t work, he gets a little more ‘aggressive’.
We now have a rule that on weekdays, there’s NO waking me up for any reason other than a housefire, at 4am. Period.
Thanks for sharing the giggle 🙂
Hmmm, be glad he hasn’t given you the “Dutch Oven” yet.
I actually had to EXPLAIN the “dutch oven” to him. What man doesn’t know that from age 15 or so? Apparently mine – that’s who.
Ewwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww…