Kids Say the Darndest Things!

So Craig and I were invited to a friends house for Thanksgiving. Awesome, I say. We hosted Turkey day the last 2 years so I was thrilled to not have to cook, clean and obsess about the tablecloth, placecards, enough food, enough room, everyone's favorite drink, etc. So part of not having to host is also not having to get up at the butt-crack of dawn to prep and cook.

There we were, sleeping in and enjoying lazing around Thursday morning. My hubby debating with me if we had enough time to enjoy our coffee, prepare our sweet potato casserole and still have mind blowing sex. I told him we didn't have enough time, so he proceeds to tickle me and goof off in bed, trying to persuade me, fun right? Well, get this...he is now at the part where he claims he can lift me up in the air off of him, and I'm fighting him telling him I'm too damn fat and old for those kind of antics.

He's lifting me up and my hands grasp the headboard over his head, my legs up in the air behind me, his hands at my hips "trying to find my center of gravity" when my 7-year-old marches in and says, "Hey, a giant clam!" I thought I'd just die. First of all, don't be gross, my jammies were on, and secondly he has no idea about that euphamism. He just saw that the two of us looked like a giant clam, hinged at the headboard. However, I laughed for about 5 minutes straight and was worried for a second there that I just might pee my pants a little. For the rest of the day Craig called me GC (Giant Clam)!

Here's hoping your Thanksgiving was as fun-filled as mine!