For me, little things can be so amusing. Just sitting around the house making trivial conversation can become the best memory that I want to cherish forever. Like last night's family moments.
Let me set up the scene for you - Kirk and I are lying on Vivian's purple beanbag chair in our living room. Our dog Bono is close by, as always. Vivian is pitching a small fit because mommy and daddy are cuddling. She does not like to share her mama's affections with anyone.
Bono saunters over to Kirk. Feeling sorry for the lack of attention we give our dog, Kirk starts petting him. This leads to our interesting conversation for the evening.
Kirk: "God his breath stinks! It smells like shit."
Me: "I'll brush his teeth. It's been several days. I'm not surprised if it smells like cat litter."
I stand up to grab the doggy toothbrush and toothpaste. Then I brush his teeth. Bono's not thrilled but he complies.
Me to Kirk: "Smell his breath now, isn't that much better? Damn, this toothpaste works!"
Kirk smells Bono's breath, "Well, I don't smell shit anymore."
Kirk laughs and points out that a glob of toothpaste is stuck in Bono's fur beneath his mouth. I laugh too.
Then I lay down with Kirk on the floor. I notice his bare feet.
Me: "Your feet look evil. They are downright scary."
Me: "No, really, you have vulture feet. I've seen you perch on the carpet and other things."
Kirk: "Whatever. You have stubby short feet. I'm going to start calling you peg leg. Arrrrgggghhhh!"
Kirk continues making pirate noises and motions. That is fine by me. Until....
He puts his nasty feet on me.
Me: "Ewww, gross. Get those off of me...."
We start wrestling around with Kirk putting his crow feet on me. I begin tickling Kirk since he is very ticklish and doesn't like it.
Vivian begins to feel left out of the fun, I suppose. So she walks over, sticks her tongue out and spits in my face. So Kirk and I begin making spit noises back at her. Soon lots of saliva is being tossed into the air.
Our dog Bono walks over again, feeling unloved. So we all begin to pet him since his breath no longer smells like fresh tuna.
Kirk notices that Vivian seems to be petting his genitals.
Kirk: "Vivian, don't pet Bono's peppe!"
Me: "She can pet it. She doesn't know what that is."
Kirk: "Yeah but it probably has pee-pee all over it."
I start laughing.
As a family, we all pet Bono. We hug him and make a big deal over it. I quickly grabbed the camera and snapped these photos of Vivian cuddling with the dog. This whole time Bono still has that glob of toothpaste hanging from his furry coat.
Such sweet family memories!
Then the fondness is over because Kirk begins to put his hairy toes near my crotch. I protest and start to scream. We start wrestling around again. Vivian laughs.
This is just a typical night in our household. But one I hope to remember in the years to come. Because these simple and silly moments are the ones I love the most.
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