The Cookie Crumbles To The Rhythm

(My boyfriend and I lying in bed. I start moving my feet around.)

Boyfriend: “What are your feet dancing to?”

Me: “Billy Jean by Michael Jackson. How did you know my feet were dancing?”

Boyfriend: “I know the difference between your dancing feet and just you moving and tapping them around.”

Me: “Well, aren’t you a smart cookie!”

Boyfriend: *pokes me* “Cute cookie.”

Me: *leans into his chest and pretend to bite him* “Bite cookie.”

Boyfriend: *pauses* “Cannibal cookie.”