George: How was your day today?
Me: It was great! I got a ton of work done.
George: Did Sam nap?
Me: For three hours. I had to wake him up. And he was in the best mood when he got up. All smiles and sunshine.
George: Wow, three hours. That’s great. Especially since you guys have been having a tough time lately, what with his teething and all.
Me: You know what would be great? Having another baby. *sigh*
George: [silence]
Me: What?
George: You told me to hit you over the head with a frying pan if you ever said that.
Me: No, I didn’t.
George: Yes, you did. That’s a direct quote. He was in the middle of having a tantrum, and hadn’t napped all day, and you were both exhausted when I got home from work, and you looked at me and said, ‘Promise me if I ever say I want another baby, you’ll hit me over the head with something heavy.’
Me: Huh. That’s weird. I have no memory of that. But, anyway, aren’t babies yummy? They smell so good, and they have all those little clothes. You almost don’t mind the not sleeping for months on end part.
George: ‘Hit me with something heavy,’ you said. ‘I mean it,’ you said.
Me: And yet I still have no recollection of that conversation.