Conversations my boyfriend and I have…
We find ourselves in a staring contest as The Goods (a pretty good movie) is rolling credits. I turn my head toward the TV as I begin to notice the lyrics of the song playing: “Let’s make a baby… Ooooo yeah, let’s make a babaay.”
Naturally, I said “Well, this is awkward, isn’t it!” and we began to discuss the situation at hand.
Me: Let’s make a baby.
Cody: You don’t want a baby.
Me: Don’t tell me what I don’t want!
Cody: You already said you don’t.
Me: Well maybe I changed my effing mind.
Cody: Okay. How many?
Me: Hey hey hey, let’s not get all crazy now.
Cody: How many babies?
Me: I uhhh. You said… No babies! Don’t be all don’t be whoa.
We decide to put the discussion away. As I gather my things to leave, somehow this starts again.
Cody: One baby.
Me: Excuse me?
Cody: One baby.
Me: Ummmmm… when…?
Cody: I don’t know!
Me: Ten years from now when there’s nothing else to do? Okay.
Cody: Okay.
Me: Well sure.
Cody: Two babies.
Me: Hey now. This isn’t a barter system.
Cody: Two babies!
Me: Shouldn’t we do some other stuff first before we nonchalantly discuss bringing CHILDREN into the world?
Cody: Two. Fucking. Babies.
Me: No babies for me outta wedlock!
Cody: Four babies!
Me: Ohhhkay, yeah! I’ll just kill myself!
Cody: Four babies to myself! Better make sure we’re married so I can collect social security.
Me: That’s the most romantic thing you’ve ever said to me.
Cody: Shhh. I know. (kisses me passionately.)
