Gulp.
Dallin was asleep. I didn't want to wake him up, but I also didn't want to (a) not be able to sleep because of the occasional wing flutters, and/or (b) give the bug enough time to free himself (or herself) from the bag and relocate herself (or himself) to my face. The following conversation ensued.
K: Dallin? ... Dallin? .... Dallin?
D: Hm?
K: Oh good, you're up.
D: Hm.
K: Will you do me a favor?
D: Hm?
K: Will you take that bag into the extra room?
D: ...
K: There's a bug in there. I can hear it. It's trying to get out. I can't sleep!
D: (Flips over to go back to sleep)
K: Please?
D: ...
K: ...
B (for Bug): Flutter flutter buzz buzz flutter flutter
K: Did you hear that?
D: No.
K: Please?
D: (gets up and walks over to the bag) Can it fly?
K: Yeah, I'm pretty sure. That's why I'm worried about it.
D: (pokes and shakes the bag, then picks it up and moves it, then comes back to bed)
K: Thank you.
D: No problem.
Contrast that awesomeness to what I just experienced, not 15 minutes ago.
Yesterday, I brought home two Sprinkles cupcakes from my shopping trip in Scottsdale. We
D: Mm...that's good!
K: Oh - do you want your half now?
D: No, I want your half now. I'll take my half later.
I guess I should focus on his "get out of bed at midnight to move a trapped bug" quality rather than his cupcake snatching tendencies.
But I think I'll take a bite of "his half" of the cupcake anyway.
Ha ha! I miss hanging out with/seeing you guys.
ReplyDeleteLOVE this post. That rundown with the bug is exactly EXACTLY what happens with Ryan and I. It takes about 15 minutes for me to get him coherent enough to take care of the said bug, but he always rescues me from a potential big-in-face experience.
ReplyDeleteBUT - fair is fair. So take a bite, sista!