Vaginesque

I do have to say mine and Ben's pillow talk is a little odd sometimes. Maybe it's because he comes home so late from school and we're a little loopy from being tired.

When Ben was younger he used to do all sorts of crazy things. He's told me stories of how he had his brother poop in his mom's shoes because he didn't like them. Or he locked a friend in a suitcase. Or the classic, he punched a hole in the wall of his bedroom so he could pee in it...you know to save time having to walk down the hall. I for one, have never done anything that crazy. I was explaining to him last night that our backyard in California had a retaining wall with a big hill above it. And on the rare occasion that it snowed I would sled down the hill jump off the retaining wall and ram into the house...it was so much fun! So no, it's nothing compared to pooping in a shoe. But after I was finished telling the story Ben said in a serious voice, "Kelly, you can't do stuff like that, you're supposed to be Dainty and...Vaginesque". Dude...where does he come up with his words?