Every once in a while I wonder if my life is at all normal.
An example.
I lie down to go to sleep after a long bout of putting the toddler down. DH is already lying down, sprawled on my side of the bed. Grrr... So I put my pillow on his arm and lay on it.
Him: I've been having spastic muscle twitiches in my arm. Don't be alarmed.
Twitch. The whole pillow moves. Twitch. Twitch.
Him: I hope this isn't bothering you.
Twitch.
Me: Move your arm or I'm naming your son Harlequin.
Said arm is moved.
I think this doesn't happen to most people...
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