*We are lounging on the couch, listening to the kids playing in their playroom upstairs. Mark is messing with his phone (aka the mistress), and I am doing random google searches on my laptop and pretending to be uber busy.
There is an ominus thud from upstairs....then, silence.
I look up at Mark.*
Babe?
Honey?
Babe?
Yo, Said!!!
MARK!
*At this he looks up, glassy eyed.*
Can you check on the kids? I'm really busy here.
(Google search: 12 step programs for Angry Birds addicts)
*He thinks for a minute.*
(Google search: What to do if smoke comes out of someone's ears.)
Lily?
Yessssss?
Is Sam okay?
Ummmmmmmmm...
(Google search: First Aid for bonehead moms and dads.)
*Mark keeps thinking.*
Lily?
Yessssss?
Is Sam bleeding?
(Google search: Applying a torniquet.)
No!
Okay, good.
*Thinking continues.*
(Google search: 10 signs your spouse is an evil mastermind.)
Lily?
Yesssss dada?
Is Sam sleeping?
Ummmmmm, no!
Good. Carry on.
Okay, dada.
*He tips his coffee cup to me with a grin and goes back to Angry Birds.*
I sigh.
(Google search: How not to be ashamed that your husband is smarter than you.)
