I’ve recently realized that when I’m tired, my mouth makes many words that make very little sense. Example:
The scene: We are tucked in and ready to fall asleep.
Charlie: *falling asleep*
Me: Good night, sweetie. I love you.
Me: Do you love me?
Me: Because if you didn’t, my heart would break into a million pieces. I’d have to find a clock tower somewhere.
Me: But I don’t like the idea of taking out innocent people, so it would have to be a clock tower in the middle of a bunch of serial killers and rapists. I’d be like the Dexter of mass murderers.
Me: Better yet, I could strap a bomb to myself and lock myself in a room full of those ISIS guys. But with them, you get rid of some, and more just crop up. It would be a waste of good explosives.
Charlie: Or you could just go to sleep.
Me: But–do you love me?