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I'm in the kitchen, making coffee, as the girls are watching Pokémon in the living room. I glance up at the screen. "Wow," I say to them. "I like her hat."
"Me too!" pipes up The Brawn enthusiastically from the corner, where he had previously been playing with trucks. He then goes on to explain how, I guess?, the character'd had several different hats she could have chosen from, but she went with this particular one because I really have absolutely no idea because he's five years old and I guess he could follow his own train of thought but I jumped off the track a long way back.
The point being, he normally doesn't care much for Pokémon, but there's something about this specific character that grabbed his attention and kept it for at least one episode.
So Top Management sees my hoodie draped over the back of a kitchen chair, where I'd thoughtfully and conveniently stowed it upon returning from our morning walk. She shakes her head and laughs and says something to the girls about how her husband still sometimes acts like a teenager.
She grabs the offending article of clothing to hang it up all proper-like, causing her to lose her grip on the thing she'd been hiding in her hand, and the candy bar she'd been attempting to conceal—aka her second breakfast—hits the floor. We all stop to look at it, then up at her.
She holds up a finger in a "wait a second, I can explain" gesture and opens her mouth but nothing comes out. She tries to frown at us, but winds up shaking her head and laughing again as she heads off to work.
Every day I think I can't possibly love her any more than I already do and every day she proves me wrong.