Actual Conversations at My House: Pretty Feet

29Mar14

Possum is lying on her front across our bed, feet waving in the air, playing “Hungry Shark”. Chris is sitting next to her, offering sage advice:

Chris: Oh, by the way, those aren’t the giant crabs — the giant ones are off to the left, way down deep.

Possum: Oh, cool.

(Possum perpetrates further shark attacks)

Chris: You have pretty feet.

Possum (still absorbed in shark attacks but without missing a beat): Not when they’re in your face.

(Possum bats at Chris’s face with her pretty feet, which [duh] he promptly captures and tickles. Kerfuffle ensues.)

Sub-urbane…