Pillow Talk

Setting:  Bedroom, 9:30 p.m., Wednesday, February 23, 2011

Me:  (in an angeglic, non-whiney voice) "Honey, I can't sleep"

Him:  "No?"

Me:  "No, will you sing to me?"

Him:  "No"

(slight pause)

Him:  "Why don't you count sheep?"

Me:  "ok"

(slight pause)

Me:  "Do they jump from left to right or right to left"

Him:  "For me they jump left to right"

(slight pause)

Me:  "Yah, they jump left to right for me too"

(slight pause)

Me:  "Are they white sheep or black sheep?"

Him:  "White of course.  They can't be black because it's night time."

(slight pause....then hysterical laughter)

Me:  "What?  Why can't they be black sheep?"

Him:  "Because then you won't see them"

Me:  "Oh"

(slight pause)

Me:  "Do they take a running start or just jump?"

Him:  "They take a running start"

Me:  "How much of a running start?"

Him:  "About 25 yards"

Me:  "So, is that like from here to the kitchen?"

Him:  "No, it's about from the neighbour's house."

Me:  "Wow, that's quite the run they take"

Him:  "Well, they need to build momentum to be able to jump the fence."

Me:  "Oh."

(slight pause)

Me:  "What colour is the fence?"

Him:  "White"

Me:  "Yah, white works"

(slight pause)
(snoring)

Me:  "Hey are you sleeping??"

Him:  "Yup"

Me:  "I'm not tired."

Him:  "Try counting sheep."