BILL: I'm soooo sleeeepy *crawls into bed*
ME: Don't do that.
BILL: What?
ME: You know if you lie down on the bed you'll just be sad when you have to get up and brush your teeth and put your jams on.
BILL: Quiet, woman.
ME: And then you'll ask me why I let you get in bed without doing those things first.
BILL: *pulls cat onto chest* I can't get up, the Mo is sleeping on me.
ME: Okay, you asked for it. *starts iTunes, turns on Leonard Cohen's "Joan of Arc"*
BILL: I hate this song.
ME: Get up.
BILL: No.
ME: Fine. *waits*
BILL: Wait...didn't it just end? Is this...?
ME: Another version of the song? Yes. I have four.
BILL: *sleepy horror* Why are you doing this to me?
ME: Get up.
BILL:
Is this real life? ME: Get up.
BILL: This is like being waterboarded. I don't know the location of the secret base!
ME: Get up.
BILL: I can't believe you payed money for this music. How can you subject the Mo to this?? *holds hand over cat's ears*
ME: You think this is bad, just wait until you see how many versions of "Halleluja" I have on here.
BILL: Okay, I'm up. I'm up! You're a terrible person and I'm up!