the wife: where are my napkins?
me: I put 'em on the table by the plates.
the wife, rummaging around fruitlessly: they're not here.
me: oh, look under the toaster, I might have put the toaster on them.
the wife: here they are...why is the toaster on the table?
me: it was in my way. *pause* I didn't want the crock pot by the edge of the counter because then the little man might pull it over on himself, blah blah blah blah blah blah.
the wife: blah, blah blah.
me: *grunts*
the wife: oh great, now I can't find my TEA.
me, looking around: Here it is, I found it.
the wife: too late, now I have to poop.
me: Well, it's on the table.
the wife: Okay!
the little man, running into the kitchen: PENCIL!
2 comments:
I'm noticing far less references to The Fusser and a similar increase to The Little Man.
these days when I talk to him directly he's "Fuss", when I talk about him with someone else he's 'the little man'.
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