Last night around midnight on the couch home. Lying and sleepy, I draw the attention of my wife, committed during breastfeeding of the second evening, with one of my rare non hypnagogic lighting.
"Love was thinking one thing. Perhaps it's that hissing, in short, the" s "and" z "to teach her Samu to you. You know to avoid the zeppole learn from me. "
" But how do you decide such a thing? He will listen to both talk, indeed already does. Mica can remain silent or worse in the coming years to talk about hidden from him. "
" Well no, actually. But I could commit myself to avoid pronouncing the letters, say, choosing words and phrases that do not contain ".
My wife at this point responds with that smile that I love, to understand when I'm in penetrating Everglades and that all he can do from here on it is waiting on the other side, enjoying the very most my clumsy attempts to get out of.
continues: "Of course it already with his name would be in trouble ... then I remember why we chose to call him Sam? Even Nicholas ... we liked it? ... Because we have not decided for Nicholas? ... Well, yes, but Samuel is another thing .... I could speak to him as "son ".... A bit 'from" heart book ", but not bad if you like .... call "son"?
My wife enjoyed it, looks at me a while to come back focused on the small.
"It seems a little impersonal and, of course, anachronistic. Anyway do not you caveresti anyway. Let's see, how to solve a sentence like Samuel you put a compass in your backpack? .
My wife wants to know when to get in trouble.
But I do not give up and say, "Easy! It takes? Eh, eh ... Well, let's see ... . Son in the folder you have placed the device to make you want? .
Applause!
satisfied as I was turning my wife on the couch trying to hold back the laughter not to wake Samu in the meantime has fallen asleep.
Like this thing of being parents.
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