Do you think the quality of conversation deteriorates over the course of a marriage? Especially after kids are added to the mix? I don't know that it deteriorates, but we don't seem to spend much time these days discussing the philosophy of life. The other night Paul and I were side by side in bed, me reading a novel called The Illuminator and him reading the day's newspaper. Baxter is settled on my stomach, happily purring. I turned to Paul,
"Hey, did you know that Baxter has an extra nipple? Right in the middle of his chest?"
"WHY would I know this?" Paul replied.
"I don't know. I guess you know now."
"Great," (insert sarcastic tone).
Shhhhh, readers. I'm not sure Baxter would be happy if he knew I let the cat out of the bag with his little secret.