My man was away from home until late last night. He was chaperoning the Morp dance (a backwards prom where girls ask the boys out) at the high school. He woke up this morning with a headache.
"Were you drinking last night?" I teased.
"No!" he said.
"Well, what were you doing that made you hungover this morning?"
"I'm not hungover," he protested. "It's just a headache."
Later, while we were eating lunch with the kids, he reciprocated. "And what were you doing last night?" he asked in a tone that suggested I was being naughty while he was away.
"My boyfriend came over," I said archly.
"Your boyfriend?" said my man.
"Yeah," I said. "He got here about 11:15 and he stayed all night." That's about the time my man got home after the dance.
"He did?" JayJay asked, joining the conversation. "Where did he sleep?"
"In my bed," I answered.
"Then where did Daddy sleep?" JayJay asked.
I laughed. "JayJay, who is Mommy's boyfriend?"
He shrugged. "I don't know."
I gestured at my man with the fork in my hand.
"Daddy?" JayJay guessed.
I nodded. "Yep."
"Daddy is your boyfriend?" exclaimed Max with shock and excitement. "I didn't know that!"
