Walker the Talker

I leave for work when Walker is still tightly tucked under the covers. No glasses. No motor skills. No brain function. Every morning I give him a kiss on the forehead and bid him adieu. He always manages to muster some sort of response (luuhh….groan…yu). This morning was no different.

Me: Love you. Bye.

Walker:  Love you, too.

Walker: April fools.

Either he really doesn’t love me, or he thinks in jokes even while he’s asleep.

Considering this was our ‘prank’ for the day, I’m feeling old.

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