Conversation with My Wife (223)
So this “No Singing Before Breakfast” rule is really more a guideline?
DEB: (singing indistinctly in the kitchen while dancing to a beat only she can hear)
This is before breakfast. I was told — many years ago — that Deb and her sister had a rule growing up: No Singing Before Breakfast. Later amended to add “Or Dancing.” I get reminded of this occasionally when I break it.
DEB: “Raspberry Beret.” I don’t think of myself as a Prince fan, but they were playing it on the radio this morning and now it keeps running through my head.
ME: And you were dancing to it?
DEB: A little. Kinda.
ME: Okay. So like, 🎵 She ordered raspberry parfait, the kind you find at an Italian ice store, rasp— 🎵
By this time Deb has started rocking to the beat in a big way, hips and arms and head moving, so I break out laughing.
ME: You are so cute!
DEB: It’s so nice to have somebody to be cute with, honey!
Do you do weird and goofy things?
Of course you do, because everyone does weird and goofy things.
You remember the song, right?
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