every night before we go to sleep, we brush our teeth,
comb our hairs (husband’s beard maintenance), say our prayers
(however sleepily i say them) and climb into bed.
and then we decide who will turn the light off.
last night it went like this:
james: hey turd mcferguson, turn off the light.
me (in cartoon nerd bully voice): hey turd mcferrguson, turn off da lightttt.
james: uncontrollable laughing as he turned off the light.
then we fell asleep laughing.