The other morning, Paul and I were giving each other a nice little greeting before getting ready for work...
the kind of greeting where you hold each other close, face to face....
And he says:
Paul: Did I just feel a kick?
Me: A kick?
Paul: Yeah. A kick.
Me: What do you mean a kick?
Paul: I felt your stomach kick me.
We looked at each other (still in each others arms)... well, more like I looked way up, and he looked way down...(he is 6'6).
The look lasted about 30 seconds.
I think I was waiting for him to wink at me, or laugh, or something that would indicate that he was kidding.
It didn't happen.
Me: Are you serious?
Paul: Yeaaah... (he looked as though he might be concerned that I might really kick him).
Me: I didn't feel anything.
Paul: Maybe it was a gurgle or something?
Me: Maybe it's a baby?
We looked at each other again... this time I think he was waiting for me to wink, giggle, or give some indication I was kidding.
I finally did.
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