On the couch after a long day of work and errands, during which, somehow, Rick managed to pull something in his foot.
Me, watching Rick try to get comfortable on the couch and failing- What can I do? Want me to grab you a pillow?
Rick- Well, the problem is I’m not short like you, my feet hang off the end of the foot-
Full stop as he feels the side of his head getting warmer from where I’m glaring at him.
Me, a little too sweetly- We could go into the office and you could prop your foot up there, where there’s room and all.
Rick- Uh yeah… that’s why I go in there to sleep sometimes, so the blanket doesn’t hang off-
Me- Nuh uh. Go ahead, and you said it before, say it again.
Rick- Because I’m just too tall-
Me- Nope, that’s not how you said it! You know what you said!
Rick, dropping his head to my shoulder and giving me puppy dog eyes- I’m hurt!
Cue uncontrollable laughter, during which Rick knows he’s off the hook cause I can’t be mad and laughing that hard.
Rick- I gotta get something out of this stupid foot.
Curiouser and Curiouser 