Last night while reading his nightly stack of story books we somehow got into a tickle war, and when the Wife rose to get a drink he rolled over into her spot, one of his favorite 'jokes'.
This time the wife threw him a curve & laid down on him, making a grand show of how comfortable she was.
"Oh, what a soft pillow, this is so comfortable!" Wriggling back and forth while he squealed with laughing faux outrage.
"Get off, get off, it's NOT a soft pillow, it's a hard one made out of a BOY!" he finally declared.
He toddled into the kitchen this morning & I paused in my dish washing to give him a hug.
"Yuck, I hate your STINK!" he growled.