The men in my life are incomparable.
(I like how that word can be used to mean… pretty much whatever you’d like it to mean. It might be great! It might be terrifying!)
The other night as we were finishing up dinner, I leaned over and kissed Otto. I don’t remember why. Probably just because he’s kissable.
Monkey saw this and responded with delight, because he’s going to grow up to be a perverted voyeur. Er, I mean, because he is a little ray of sunshine. “Again!” he demanded. I raised an eyebrow at him. “Kiss AGAIN!” So we kissed again. Hey, there’s no need to beg or anything.
“AGAIN!” Monkey insisted, again.
I gave Otto one more kiss and turned back to Monkey. “You know,” I said, “in a few years, you’ll think us kissing is incredibly embarrassing and gross. You’ll say ‘EWWWWWWWW!’ any time you see it.”
“No I won’t!” he insisted.
“Yes, you will,” I told him.
“I kiss Puppy all the time!” he replied, smugly, as if that settled that.
“That’s different,” I said, as Otto said, “That’s WRONG.”
Late at night, lying in bed, I poked Otto.
“You know what? We’ve been married for over 10 months. WE HAVE BEEN MARRIED FOR ALMOST A YEAR! Can you believe it?”
“No, I really can’t,” he answered. I sighed and snuggled into his side. “This year has just flown by,” he continued. I sighed and closed my eyes.
“Except the parts where the children scream for no apparent reason,” he continued. My eyes opened again. “Those parts seem to go on forever,” he finished.