A conversation

The other night, Dave is in studying math and I am going about my normal routine of getting ready for bed.  For me, this involves a jumble of thoughts and ramblings about the day that I chatter about as I put on my pajamas, wash my face, etc.  Usually Dave responds with a few "uh-huhs", and "oh reallys".... but this one made him get out of his chair. 

Me:  "Well, I just wonder what the heck he is going to look like.  I mean, for some reason, I just picture him popping out and looking just like you.  I don't know why, I just can't picture him with any of my features. Like, I can't picture a boy version of me."

Silence....

Me:  "Ya know?"

Dave comes sauntering down the hall, leans on the doorway and swings one of his legs across the other.  Basically, picture it if some dude was trying to corner you and hit on you at your locker in high school.  Also, picture him chomping down on an apple.  Dave looks at me, and then off into the distance...the future, I guess...and then back at me.

Dave (nonchalantly):  "Yeah, I think, let him look just like me.  Yeah, just like me--but taller.  And with your brains."

So there you have it.  Dave's ideal version of Little Mister.  My jaw dropped.  He was DEAD serious.

In case you're wondering, the expected response was, "Oh no Babe!  I really hope he gets your eyes." or "But wouldn't he be cute with your ski-jump nose?" 

To his credit Dave is not a self-centered guy--that's half the reason my jaw dropped.  And I guess goes to show that at least I know he married me for my substance--but still, pretty dang funny!!  Since then, Dave has changed his mind and added that he at least have my color of eyes. 

Only 3 more months, and we'll see!