"Hey Sweetie, just a heads up, we don't have any dinner--PUT IT DOWN! I SAID PUT IT DOWN RIGHT NOW!--I couldn't face the grocery store today. I'd rather go out to get us something while you--I'M ON THE PHONE!!!!!--put the kids to bed."
"Would you like me to pick something up?"
I really want some spring rolls. But I would rather Ryan get home quickly to help me with the inmates.
"What? Oh, no thanks. I'd really like you to come home as soon as you can. It's been kind of a long--BOTH OF YOU! TIME OUT! NOW!--day."
"OK, I'm leaving in a few minutes."
"Sounds good, see you at home. Love you. ROSSBY IS OUR FRIEND! WE DO NOT CHASE OUR FRIENDS! GIVE ME THE POTATO MASHER AND GO APOLOGIZE!"
"Yeah, see you soon!"
***Thirty minutes later***
Ryan appears in the kitchen doorway and beacons Charlie with an index finger. They exchange a whispered conversation. Charlie returns to the table with a small brown paper bag.
"It's SPRING ROLLS, Mama!!"
Ryan is smiling.
"How did you know?"
"I've been wanting to bring you spring rolls for two weeks but you wouldn't let me!"
After Wes wakes up at 5:30, Ryan gets up with him, gets Charlie back to sleep, takes Wes downstairs for breakfast and The Today Show. Totally unaware, I come downstairs at 7:15. Ryan goes to take a shower, I straighten the kitchen and wrangle the overtired toddler. Ryan comes downstairs, goes to the car and comes back with a box of my favorite kind of donuts.
"Is it snack day at work?"
"No, you're always saying how you want a treat but can't get one because then you have to share with the kids and you want to set a good example and all that. I saw these and thought of you."
"No problem! Thanks for making us another kid!"
*Yes it HAS really been twelve years since we met. Dude.