Recently one of my friends inquired as to whether or not Dan has been helping me make sure my calorie intake remains high these first few weeks of breastfeeding. I assured her that Dan eats like a fat 10 year old, (subsisting primarily on blueberry poptarts and beef jerky) and since he has never once done anything to help in the decreasing of my caloric intake - these two traits by default mean that he must be helping...right?
Tonight, he proved himself an asset. I asked him to prepare an orange for me before he took the dog for a walk and this is what I got...
Dan maintains that this was not a cruel joke at my caloric expense rather his romantic response to my stating earlier this afternoon that I might be ready for some physical relations soon, relatively soon, like maybe next month.
L: Even though we still have another month before we can go "all the way" maybe we could get the kids to sleep in their own beds this weekend.
D: So we can go half way?
L: I was thinking maybe a quarter of the way. Just for starters.
D: A quarter of the way sounds good. Oh yeah. We are totally going a quarter of the way.