Parker: You know how we went back to sleep today?
Me: Yes, I was there for that.
Parker: I ended up having this bizarre dream. We had this sofa, kind of like the one we have now. You were taking all the lunch meat I brought home and stacking it…under the sofa. I had thought you were just throwing it away or eating it. It smelled really bad, and when I found it I got really angry. I confronted you about it, and you just kept saying, “Oh, you KNOW!”
Me: Did I say it in a funny way?
Parker: No, you were really mad, and we ended up having this big argument. I was happy to wake up and not be dreaming anymore. I was so upset in the dream.
Me: Were you relieved that I was not hiding meat under the sofa, or did you feel the need to check?
Parker: No, I was relieved.
Me: Well, I’m not hiding meat under the sofa. Yet. That’s funny, because you acted kind of off when we woke up, but you were also reading.
Parker: No, you were right. I was weirded out.
Me (to Pinterest): Ugh, I hate these stupid baby shirts!
Parker: I’ve been seeing these onesies online for babies about pooping. What do you think about those?
Me: I’m not a fan. It’s like when you offered to get me a “Coffee Makes Me Poop!” mug. Everyone is already aware of its diuretic properties, so it’s redundant to have on a mug.
Parker: Exactly! You already have to think about the fact that your kid poos all the time.
Me: Way too much. You shouldn’t really need extra reminders.
Parker (in a glassy eyed kind of way): I’m glad that we both don’t think that’s funny. I’m happy that we–
Me: –Share a similar sense of humor?
Parker: Yeah. That we both feel that way, instead of one of us thinking it’s funny.