Wednesday, November 4, 2009

Wordy Wednesday #83: My Wing Man

I bought it on eBay weeks and weeks ago. He knew I had it. He knew I had bought it for a Christmas present. He would open my closet and stare at it in awe. "Awwwww, I've got to have it," he'd say, feigning absconding with it.

I offered to sell it to him. The price? All the money in his wallet. Plus his savings.

I offered to let him earn it. The price? Stay in his own bed five weeknights in a row. In other words, no coming to our room in the middle night, pseudo-whispering, "Hi, Guys," as he climbed into the sleeping back at the foot of our bed.

His longest stretch? Four and one-half nights.

Easy mark that he is, Pete gave in.


And Youngest and I built the X-wing fighter Friday night.


4 comments:

Giggles said...

I think it ended well...as you can tell I am a softy too!! Well written kept me hooked in!!

Hugs Giggles

Janie Woods said...

I'm trying to keep my kids out of our room because we, too, have bought a present for all three and it's too big for a closet!!

What a great story!!

Coal Miner's Granddaughter said...

The Ty-man would have just absconded with it. But, you know, Star Wars husbands can't ever be trusted.

What an awesome gift, hon!

Tammie Lee said...

Thanks for sharing your wonderful family tale. Wishing you a good nights sleep.

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