Once again bleary eyed but not too bothered.
Alex and I have spent the evening watching Wolverine and the X-Men on ABC 3 and discussing various things. Such as:
"Why is she doing that, Mum?"
"I don't know mate, she's meant to be a good guy." (Rogue has joined the Brotherhood - gasp!)
"Maybe we could watch the..not cartoon one." (X-Men movies)
"Sure we could, but not tonight."
"No, not tonight, it's past my bedtime, but we're watching this one, right?"
"Yep."
They're the highlights. It's amazing just how much conversation you can get out of Wolverine cartoons. When that got boring we played the "wish" game. "I wish Mum was ... asleep!" So I duly snore my head off and continue through "I wish Mum was ... walking backwards!" *snore* "MUM! You should be walking backwards!" "I can't right now *giggle, guffaw* I'm sleeping! *snore*"
I think I wrecked it. "I wish Mum was number 12!"
"What's that? Fried rice with a chicken chow mein?" Chortle, chortle, then laughing so hard I would have fallen over had I not been sitting down. "What's so funny, Mum?"
Laughing too hard to explain, I'll have to have number 12 again.
