Last night, 1:43 am feeding: I lick my finger, and stick it in the Husband's ear.
"Oh, it's on," he says.
I would be scared but for my hair, which serves as an excellent deflector shield. After two failed attempts at retaliation, he retreats, and I gloat.
I win. Bwahahahahahahahahaha!
You guys deal with the night wakings so well. You're inspiring. The closest I get to this kind of good-spirited fun: Last night, I almost smacked Lester upside the head with a hairbrush.
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gotta love a post with the label "wet willy"...
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