We were reading from newly-arrived catalogs at the table and giggling.
“Monkey sock wine covers, only 12.99 each. And if you buy two, you can wear them as socks afterwards!”
Him: “Star Wars Hans Solo frozen in carbonite done as a chocolate bar.”
And then he showed me the unicorn chopsticks: the horn is the stick part and the poor little horsey is tipped upside down while you get to eat; always spearing the food, never getting its own share. Oh, and can’t forget the Lil Vampire Pacifier: “If baby starts to sparkle, feed to werewolves immediately and make a new one.”
Spear the cod and foil the child.
(Those catalogs just go to show, you can foal some of the people some of the time, but you can’t foal all the people all the time…)
Hands down and hooves up, his pages totally trumped mine.
(Knitting: I frogged the bamboo/pearl yarn back to the ribbing, started again, frogged again, and finally gave up and kept it simple. Stockinette, straight up from the brim–amazing how much better behaved the yarn was for that. Zee hat, it ees done.)