At least he keeps me entertained
So, there we were, nestled in bed together, waiting for sleep to take us. I cuddled my squishy pillow against me and sighed. I was going to have to get up and go to the bathroom before I would ever get to sleep. Tossing my pillow over my head, I rolled out of bed, but was startled when he yelped.
"What's wrong, did I scratch you?" I asked, worried that once again, my sharp fingernails had clawed his flesh.
"No, you hit me in the head," he whined back. "With the pillow."
"Crybaby," I groaned.
"No, it hurt! It pulled my hair!" he defended.
"Honey, you shave your head. Go to sleep."
"What's wrong, did I scratch you?" I asked, worried that once again, my sharp fingernails had clawed his flesh.
"No, you hit me in the head," he whined back. "With the pillow."
"Crybaby," I groaned.
"No, it hurt! It pulled my hair!" he defended.
"Honey, you shave your head. Go to sleep."