Monday evening my wife wanted to watch a Christmas movie and I, being a good husband, sat and watched it with her. Of course, one can’t watch a Christmas movie without hot cocoa so I, being a good husband, got up and made hot cocoa for both of us.
I made it through about half my cup when Frankie got on my lap.
I was then stuck with a half cup of hot cocoa in my left hand but couldn’t drink it because Frankie was lying partially on my arm. Soon after, Chris noticed where Frankie was and he suddenly needed to lie on top of me, next to Frankie.
At this point, I wanted to get rid of my cup so I said to Rose something like, “I’m stuck with this cup I can’t get rid of.” I didn’t want to ask her to get out of her seat but I was hoping she would volunteer. She didn’t. Maybe she was not paying attention. Fifteen seconds later, disaster struck.
Frankie decided Chris was annoying and got up to leave. As he was leaving his back foot landed inside my cup and tipped it over, dumping the contents on my pants and on the sofa. He then proceeded to walk across the sofa with his cocoa foot and then down to the carpet.
I got up and went into the kitchen to get some towels but Rose insisted I wipe the cocoa off Frankie’s foot first, so I got a wet paper towel and followed him into the bedroom. I was able to only get one swipe at his foot before he disappeared under the bed. I then went back to the living room where Rose handed me a wet towel.
I started wiping the cocoa off the sofa but Rose chastised me for doing it wrong. I was not clear on what I was doing wrong. Perhaps it was “no up down go side side.” I don’t know but she took over since she was the only one qualified to do it right and I went to change my pants.
Maybe popcorn will be on the menu for the next Christmas movie.