Morrison, taking us all to husband school this morning.
Me, looking at the picture that popped up in my memoryphone this morning, from my cousin’s wedding a few years back: Damn. I was a total piece.
Me: I was a piece. Look at me.
Morrison: (carefully) Yes!
Me: I was such a PIECE! And I didn’t even know it!
Me: Maybe by that logic, I am STILL a piece, but I just don’t know it!
Morrison: (enthusiastically) Yes!
Me: Am I a piece, now?
Morrison: (definitely) Yes!
Me: It’s okay if I’m not though, right?
Me: Maybe I’ll be a piece, someday again?
Morrison: (neutrally) Yes!
Me: You’re still a piece.
Morrison: (humbly): Yes.
Me: Should we stop talking about this?
Morrison: (please, God) YES.