This morning I stopped by the bed on my way out of the house and asked my husband a crucial question.... "Does my bump look ok?" He peeks over the sheet with one eye open and says "Yeah." In rapid succession the following questions are fired out.
Me- You sure?
Him- (With eyes shut) Yeah.
Me- Would you tell me if it wasn't?
Him- (With eyes shut) Yeah.
Me- It's not too exaggerated?
Him- (With one eye open) No.
Me- Would you know if it was?
Him- (With eyes shut) Yeah.
Me- Am I probably talking to the wrong person about all of this?
Him-(With eyes shut) No.
Me- Okay, I love you.
The most important question was probably if I was talking to the wrong person, but who else was I going to ask, Morph the Cat? I just went with it, bless his heart.
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