“Baaaabe? Where are you?”

“Boo!”

“Eep!”

“I brought your soup. I seem to have made too much, so looks like I’ll eat here with you. How’s that sound?”

“Thank’s, but I’m not hungry.”

“What do you mean, not hungry? What am I supposed to do, spoon-feed you myself?”

Pleeeeaaaaase?”

“Beau, I thought I told you not to leave the room. It’s not good for you to be on your feet so much right now.”

“Can’t a guy be hungry?”

“It’s not that you can’t be hungry, I’d just rather you get back to bed. I’ll make you something to eat, too.”

“Okay, on one condition.”

“And what’s that?”

“Carry me!”

“Ack! You’re heavy!”

“Didn’t I tell you this would happen if you kept sleeping naked?”

“I’m fine, I promise!”

“I can hardly describe you as fine, right now.”

“But you said I was getting laid! I mean, that’d make me feel better…”

“Absolutely not! Maybe once you learn to wear pajamas to bed, we’ll see. I swear, you’re the only man I know who’d rather WooHoo than rest.”

“Well, y’know, I have.”

“Oh, hush, and get some sleep.”