So, I'm sitting on the living room floor, annoyed, and shout for Paul to get in here this minute to get his PJs on.
Nothing. . .
. . .then he leaps into the room and crouches dramatically - wearing a black half-mask and not a stitch else.
What could I do? I cracked the hell up, and we spent the next several minutes laughing our fool heads off.
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