My husband and I were standing in the kitchen having a discussion of relative importance. The baby was settled on Shawn’s hip, peacefully watching us bat the conversation back and forth for the moment. At length, he pulled his binky out of his mouth and tossed it on the floor. Still illustrating my point, I scooped up the binky, ran it under the faucet and washed it clean, all without even really realizing I was doing it.
I turned around, concluding my argument and holding out the binky in front of his mouth.
“Um...” my husband says. “I don’t want that.”
The mouth I was presenting the binky to was my husband's.
I blinked. “Right.”
I pivoted toward my son, who chomped down on the presented gift eagerly.
I looked back and my husband again and we both started to laugh.
I’m losing it.