Mike: But then my finger will be all sticky!
Me: But then you get to lick it off!!
Mike: I don't understand your objective here babe. Is it to make my finger feel better or eat some honey?
Me: It's a win-win situation!!! You get to do both!!
Today we walked into a Big W and you pointed out a pair of slippers. I had been complaining about the stone floors in your house and of my freezing toes, and I had used you as their toaster oven.
I had a look but decided against it.
Turning, you were nowhere to be found.
I figured you had wandered off in search of what we came in for - a sunglasses case and trotted off to find you.
Minutes dripped by and I weaved in and out of the aisles looking for your familiar face.
Then I saw you.
Grey hoodie, dirty blonde head of hair.
“Where were you?” I gasped, the slight annoyance coating my tone.
“I got you a new toothbrush!” you beamed, holding up an identical blue copy of the toothbrush you had so happily found and bought yourself last week.
And I know it probably doesn’t even mean much to you.
But to me, it did.