Mike was away overnight and Juliet had a hard time getting me out of bed this morning. She kept asking me for breakfast and I kept stalling (btw Mike's being out of town is not at all what prompted the begging for breakfast/stalling; we do this every morning).
The conversation:
Juliet: "I want you to make me breakfast"
Me: "But who is going to make me breakfast?"
Juliet [laughing]: "You are."
Me: "What kind of place is this?!"
Juliet: "Home."
Me: "Ah, right you are...right you are..."
Saturday, April 3, 2010
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