Me: I think the batteries are out in his (our son’s) monkey mobile. What kind does it take?
Husband: It takes wind-up batteries.
Me before I notice smirk spreading across husband’s face: Really? There’s such a thing as wind-up batteries … ooookay. I get it. (In pitiful tone.) Don’t make fun of me like that. (Thinking in not-so-pitiful tone.) The postpartum reunion just got postponed indefinitely, smart ass.
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