My husband (most definitely NOT a morning person) shuffles into the kitchen at the same time my daughter exits.
"She didn't want any of my beautiful eggs. Look at 'em," I say, bringing the pan closer, "Aren't they beautiful?"
He drags his not-yet-awake body my way, wraps his arms around my waist and mumbles, "not as beautiful as you."
Yeah. He can be a suck-up, but I'm no fool. I'll take it and play along. "Ooh, keep talking."
He buries his sleepy eyes in my neck and admits, "That's all I got."
And I laugh. You gotta love a guy who keeps it real.