There was an uncomfortable silence in the room. We were in a Mexican standoff. His fingers tightly gripped my right nipple. I was gripping his left nipple.I raised one eyebrow. "So...are you going to let go?"
"Nope!"
"I'm not letting go until you let go."
He shook his head. "I'm not letting go!"
We looked at each other. I narrowed my eyes at Owen. He crinkled his nose and smiled. His fingers pinched harder so I squeezed a little harder. One of us was going to lose.
Suddenly my wife walked.
"WHAT IN THE HELL IS GOING ON?"
My son jumped. I squeezed last. I won.
2 comments:
Your poor wife.
She loves it.
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