Boy Blue was standing with the support of the couch and laughing while blowing huge, loud spit bubbles. My husband and I were laying on the couch together watching him with pride.
Vilay (smiling) – “Boy Blue….Arrête de crâcher (stop spitting) !”
Me (rolling my eyes) – “He’s a baby and that’s what babies do.”
Vilay (smiling bigger and laying on top of me) – “Really?!? Well, I’m a man and guess what men do.”
Me – “Annoy women” as I push him off with a smirk. (He likes when I play hard to get.)
The other day, while Vilay was laying next to me he said he was hungry. I just couldn’t resist. So, I told him I had something he could eat. Hey, men aren’t the only one’s that get to joke about these things.
He frowned and told me, “No, I’m not kidding…I’m really hungry!” I grabbed him and exclaimed, “That’s even better!!!”
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