Every morning Al gets up at o-dark-hundred hours to get ready for work. Even by the time he leaves, it's still pitch-black in our bedroom, but he always cautiously feels his way over to a sleeping me, huddled under the covers, my head buried in a heap of pillows, for a goodbye kiss.
This morning was no different. As he leaned over the bed, his puckered lips searching around to find mine, he caressed me sweetly with his hand and whispered, "Wow, Peanut is REALLY growing... that belly's gettin' BIG."
"That's not my belly," I corrected. "It's my behind."
"OHOKAYWELLBYEHONEY!!" he shot out quickly, as he lept for the door.