"You know what I'm gonna do when we get home," J says excitedly as we're heading west on 76 . We've just come from the King of Prussia mall, where we "completed our registry". We are now the proud parents of one monstrous Dyson vacuum, affectionately christened, R2-D2.
"What are you gonna do, babe?" I ask slowly, still groggy from my trek throughout Brooklyn, Manhattan, and White Plains today.
"Vacuum!" J grins.
"Tonight?"
"I've got to test it out!"
"Yeah," I begin seriously. "I think I'm more excited about the attachments. I don't think our old attachments worked that well at all."
I pause.
"Holy shit - do you hear us? Did you just hear this conversation?" I sputter, alarmed.
J laughs and shakes his head. "This is what happens when you get old..."
"I mean, can you imagine if someone had heard us?" I giggle. "We're talking vacuums, for Christ's sake!"
And so it begins.
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Just wait until you are talking baby poo....over dinner.
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