Where's Bee? He left? Where did he go?
I am very blessed to be able to go to the gym during the week in the early morning while my dearest husband and angelic son remain blissfully asleep. On good days. On great days, when I return, I can hear my son playing quietly in our room while Mr. Right tries deperately to get a few more winks in. When Bee hears me come home, I can hear him tell his father: "Tell her I left! Tell her I drove off in my car!" [giggle giggle snort]
I enter our bedroom to see Mr. Right, sleepy in bed and smiling, along with a slightly moving large lump under the covers.
"Where's Bee?" I ask knowingly.
"Oh, I don't know. He got in his car and drove off. I think he went to one of his girlfriends'."
[giggle giggle giggle]
"Hmmmm. You mean his Pooh car? He won't get very far in that."
[muffled: "I went to get coffee! glug glug glug!"]
"Hey, that sounded like Bee!" I peek under the covers to his laughter.
"No! I left! Don't spill my coffee!"
We play this game, one of my favorites, and it never fails to crack me up or get me in a great mood for the rest of the day.