Has An Ear For This Kind Of Thing

| Romantic | February 26, 2015

(I am sick and feverish, and therefore a little woozy. My husband used to do inflatable castle delivery. I am resting in bed and he is sitting beside me eating chips. I steal a few to snack on, and eventually start reaching out with one as if to poke it into his ear. Even though I think I’m out of his peripheral vision, he moves his head away.)

Me: “How do you always know when I’m doing that?”

Husband: “I’ve spent a lot of time around five-year-olds.”

Me: “…Fair point.”

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