In the last week, I have twice ACCIDENTALLY startled Drew while he was sleeping on the couch. The first time I made the mistake of walking through the living room while talking on the phone, and I guess my voice was just too much. The second time I just stood too closely to him. Both times he woke up suddenly with a yelping sound, which in turn scared me. So, a lose-lose situation.
So last night I was trying to figure out how to wake him up from the couch without producing any terrifying noises. I turned the volume on my laptop up, hoping that all the little chimes and noises would do the trick. I turned the TV off, then on again, then off. I shut the bathroom door loudly. Finally I picked up my keys from the couch and dropped them, and he sat up.
Drew: “…Wha?”
Me: “Nothing…what?”
Drew: “What happened?”
Me: “Nothing, but I think you should go to bed.”
Drew: “…What did he say?”
Me: “…What did who say?”
Drew: “…WHAT did the SPOON say??”
Then I started laughing and then he started laughing and then he went to bed.
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