Just a few days ago my husband and I had the following conversation while texting:
ME: WHY does one wake up just as I put the other down? I swear they are passing an invisible baton back and forth.
GARRETT: Probably are
ME: Little stinkers.
GARRETT: Ha that's funny
ME: Now I am a stinker too - in a much more litereal sense. Jordyn just spit up on me AND blew out on me ALL in one swift motion. Ah, the smells of motherhood . . .
GARRETT: Oh crap
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