(One of Philip's students got him sick, and he, in turn, got me sick)
Me: I'm so mad at that stupid first grader for getting me sick.
Philip: She was out of school today.
Me: That's because this sickness probably kills you in a week. I'm going to die.
Philip: (singing and dancing) Someone's overreacting!
Yes, my husband made up a song and dance for when I overreact. And we continued to use it throughout the evening. Later that night, Philip was sitting on the edge of the bed and Charlie the cat was hanging out behind him. Philip turned around really quickly and Charlie panicked and jumped off the bed so quickly that he ran into the wall. To which both of us replied with the "Someone's overreacting!" song and dance. Charlie was not amused.
Later that night, I was getting off the couch, while Philip was turning off the kitchen light. When I stood up, I kicked the table and, very dramatically, yelled "OW!" Philip, in a rush to make sure I was okay, smashed his hand in to the wall in the kitchen and made his own dramatic "OW!" We couldn't tell each other what had happened because we were laughing too hard at how clumsy we both are and just ended up on the floor laughing with me clutching my bashed knee and Philip holding his hurt hand.
The end.
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