While making dinner the other night, Joe performed a running commentary on the smiley-faced potato wedges. I ignored him and helped the kids with homework, filled out school forms, and debated aloud whether it was 2011 or 2012.
Then I actually started listening:
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| "Hellooo, fellas. You shouldn't be smiling...." |
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| "Evil Alien Potato." |
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| "I wish I wasn't dropped on my head as a baby Potato." |
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| "Irish Potato" (because he's talking out of the side of his mouth) |
It was a rare moment of Joe indulging a silly stream of consciousness. I hushed the kids and listened as Joe continued assigning personality traits to our dinner.
In just a few short minutes, Joe successfully lifted the dark clouds that a stressful first week of CPS had brought us, and we all happily sat down and ate together.
Reason #82 why it's important to marry someone who can make you laugh.
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