We had just eaten a lovely dinner of chicken, mashed potatoes with gravy and green beans. The boys helped clear the table, and Mike started rinsing the dishes off and putting them into the dishwasher while I put away the leftovers. Griffin wandered into the TV room, looking forward with great anticipation to the promised Wii game time with Daddy. Sammy had disappeared, because, well, there were dishes being done. And here is the conversation that followed.
It's rather deep, so you might have to read it twice to gather the full effect of the eloquent words that were spoken.
Just to set the stage properly, imagine running water and dishes clanking...
Mike: Griffin, come here and help with the dishes.
M: I didn't hear you.
M: Huh? I can't hear you, come here.
By now I am cracking up, holding myself up by grasping the cabinets, my rounding belly heaving with the ho-ho-ho laughter I am not even trying to suppress. It's no wonder we keep getting these ads in the mail for hearing aids! I live in a house full of men. And I love my men dearly.