We took Alex and Liam to breakfast one day. I was picking up food as fast as Alex was dropping it.
He was doing pretty good with a fork and his fingers, so I let him alone and began eating. Bill was joking around with Liam when I noticed Alex drop a tater tot on the floor. I slid my chair over and STEPPED on it. Smashed flatter than a pancake, I picked it up, asked Bill to take it, and...
Before I could tell him to put it on the discard plate, he popped it into his mouth. "What was that flat little thing?"
My mouth and eyes popped opened wide. I could not answer.
He stared at me. "What's wrong? OH NO! You picked that off the floor, didn't you?"
"After I stepped on it," I said with my eyes downcast.
We all laughed and said, "Eew!
Yesterday we were in the car. I was driving. My honey had to sneeze. He rolled down the window and projected his sneeze out into the air. Then he grabbed the bridge of his nose. His astonished expression frightened me. "What?" I asked, thinking he had a nose bleed.
"I think I sneezed my glasses off into traffic. They're gone."
"Um, that's because you don't wear glasses anymore since last week when you had your last eye surgery."
We laughed all the way home.
I am happy for my happy man.