i’m sitting on the edge of the bed, checking my facebook on the laptop.
eric, still asleep, busts out laughing.
me: “what are you laughing about?!”
because i don’t want to lose the moment, i get a little louder. sometimes he falls back asleep, and then it’s gone forever.
me: “what about BANANAS?”
eric: “well, i was writing this TV show, and i had to make the bananas say something a certain way. and you were like (heh heh heh heh heh heh) the bananas don’t HAVE to sound that way, they can sound another way. (heh heh heh heh)”
me: “um, how were the bananas supposed to sound, exactly?”
eric: “you know! banana-ey!”
just when i recovered from a laugh attack, he starts mumbling:
“it’s like, if you’re in biltimore, you have to wear a gun, you know. goin’ around. not everyone does. but lotsa people do.”
me: “what’s that have to do with bananas?”
eric:”i dunno. cuz you might get capped.”
amy: “why’d you say ‘biltimore’?
eric: “becasue i say baltimore to myself so many times. i say it over and over again to myself. baltimore baltimore baltimore baltimore baltimore baltimore. so i say biltimore to make it a little fresher. biltimore. biltimore. biltimore. biltimore.”
while i’m typing all of this stuff in, he starts AGAIN.
eric: “i just think of weird shit when i wake up. like drug kingpins all dressed all christmasy and stuff.”
me: “like a reindeer sweater?”
eric: “like an afro with jingle bells and stuff. you know. duh-nuh-nuh-nuh-nuh jingle bells, jingle bells… so everyone knows they’re comin’.”
no… no i DON’T know. but i’d like to.