Conversation #3

Mom and dad get into bed and under the covers.

Mom: It's freezing in here. (wiggles over to dad.)
Dad: What is are those, ice cubes? It's like a block of ice down there!
Mom: I just wanted you to know I'm cold!
Dad: I don't need to know that! What are those, popsicles? Get those things away from me!

[Thirty seconds elapse.]

Mom: I don’t think I’ll be able to go to the bathroom tonight. I’m going to fall and break my neck.
Dad: I got an idea. Crawl. Then you won’t get hurt.

[Ten seconds elapse.]

Dad: Get those feet away from me! Go sleep with your daughter.