James: (Comes home)
Me: “Sorry I was groggy on the phone–I was napping…”
James: “Oh, good, I was afraid I’d gotten you off the toilet again.”
Me: “No, no…I was having this dream…I was in this maze full of stuffed animals…with glass doors…and I had to get the stuffed animals to take care of each other…”
James: “Uh-huh.”
Me: “And I was trying to convince this stuffed clam to look after the other stuffed animals, and Kermit the frog was there…and….a pig? thing…but there was this clam…”
James (taking cruel advantage of the still groggy): “I don’t believe that for a minute.”
Me (blindsided): “What?”
James (grinning): “I don’t believe you.”
Me: “But…but…who’d lie about a thing like that?”
James: “I know at least one person!”
Me: “But I–really–but–OH MY GOD!”
James: “What?”
Me: “That clam had legs! Little stuffed legs! What the hell was up with that?!”
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