It's a lovely, lazy Sunday morning. At about eleven, I go upstairs to take a long, hot bath. Wonderful. Bubbles are involved. Once dressed, I decide to go with a very silly hairstyle: two small buns on top of my head, a bit Minnie-Mouse-ish. It's funny, and it will make Luke laugh.
I come downstairs and he hears me. He starts trying to run up the stairs toward me.
Me: Hi, baby!
Me: Do you like my hair?
Him: [Eyes widen, starts laughing uncontrollably] THAT'S PRETTY LAME! [Continues laughing]
Him: DO YOU LIKE MY LAME??! [Continues laughing]
His Father: He gets that snarky sense of humor from you.
Me: HE DOES NOT!
But who am I kidding? We all know the truth.