Should probably replace the batteries in our walkie talkies
Jon: "Hey, baby. What's up?"
Me: "Not much. Just sitting over here on this side of the couch reading tweets on my phone."
Jon: "How you doin'?"
Me: "Um, I'm fine. How are you?"
Jon: "No, how you doin'?"
Me: "I'm doin' fine."
Jon: "How's... that?"
Me: "How's what?"
Jon: "... that."
Me: "The tweets?"
Jon: "No... that. Why won't you acknowledge that I've been nudging you?"
Me: "What 'that' are you referring to?"
Jon: "Is your thigh not resting on my foot?"
Me: "That would be a negative."
Jon: "Then whose thigh is that?"
Me: "I think you're about to tell me that you've been flirting with Chuck for the last ten minutes."
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Heather talks about public tantrums (from kids) on today's Momversation.
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