Tested our couch's strength again tonight. Dave and the boys were huddled together on the couch and mom (that's me!) was called over. Little guy scooted over about 6 inches...that was supposed to be my spot.
Me: "I think you've made a seriously wrong assumption about the size of my a**, kiddo."
Dave: "Shouldn't that be a**umption?" (kids roll eyes)
I leap into the space and said a** only fits about half way. Fine by me, all the more snuggly, right?
Dave and little guy start singing the "I love you" song from Barney, big guy runs off (he must've had something pressing to do...couldn't possibly be that there was too much love in the air, could it?).