m u s t g e t m o r e s l e e p

As I woke up to get ready for work this morning, Bertrand told me about our conversation we had in the middle of the night...while I was sleeping.

Me: "Oh no! Max can't see!"
Bertrand: "He can't?"
Me: "His hair is too long."
Bertrand: "No, we got it trimmed last week...remember?"

Then I proceed to stick my hand out in the air and pet the air saying, "maaaaxxxxx"

Wow.