Last night after Dave and I watched a very nail-biting episode of American Idol (and by “nail biting” I mean, I do not know why I don’t just punch myself in the face with lemons until they really start singing instead of watching the auditions), I sat down nearish to him.
(pat pat pat) “The back of your head is entirely flat at the top.”
The Daver (ignoring me entirely)(duh): “Yeah?”
Aunt Becky: “Yeah. And the top kinda makes you look like Predator.”
The Daver (still absentmindedly pecking away on his Blackberry): “Yeah?”
Aunt Becky: “I bet your mom dropped you on your head a lot.”
The Daver: “That explains a lot.”
Aunt Becky (giggles): “You know, we could get you one of those helmets they put kids in now to reshape your skull! Those kids look so CUTE!”
The Daver: “NO.”
Aunt Becky (laughing): “Can you IMAGINE walking around with one of those helmets as an adult? I’d decorate it for you! I could write your NAME in glitter! Or put some CHICAGO FIRE emblems on it!”
Aunt Becky: *bwahahahahahaha*
The Daver: “I think my skull is done being molded.”
Aunt Becky: “Oh.”
The Daver: “So don’t get any ideas.”
Aunt Becky (small voice): “Oh.”
The Daver: “Becky? You didn’t buy me a helmet, did you?”
Aunt Becky: “….Define BUY.”
The Daver: (buries LUMPY head in hands)
Aunt Becky: “It’s okay, I’ll love you and your misshapen head no matter what! Because THAT’S WHAT I LOVE YOU MEANS. TO HAVE, HOLD, AND OBEY…
….Your lumpy head!”
The Daver: “You made the priest take out the ‘obey’ part. Remember?”
Aunt Becky: “That’s because I never obey you.”
The Daver: “That’s for DAMN sure.”
Now that he’s remembered that I never obey him, he won’t be as mad when he finds out that I ordered him a plagiocephaly helmet for Valentine’s Day.
I think the “I love my wife” decals and hearts will make him change him mind and he’ll decide that wearing a helmet 23 hours a day is a very good idea indeed.
Today over at A Mother World, I talk about The Mommy Club and how I’m desperately vying to join it.