Brownie Points

Ah, brownie points.  I’d like you to consider the following conversation to see just how quickly earned brownie points can wither and die a horrible death.

Setting: Celia and Mr.Kyle snuggling in bed Saturday morning.  Pulling themselves awake so that they can go to breakfast.

Mr. Kyle:  I had the weirdest dream.

Me: MmHm…

*snuggle, burrow*

Mr. Kyle: This woman, she was beautiful and she wanted to give me a blow job.

Me: Mm?

*getting closer to being fully awake.  The word blow job will do that to you.*

Mr. Kyle: Yeah, but I wouldn’t let her do it.  I have you and I love you.

*Awwww…  Closed mouth smooches follow, cause Ew! Morning Breath! But later, He’s so getting laid.*

*smooches end and we lapse into a few moments of groggy silence*

Mr. Kyle:  I did good, right?  I mean, I asked my friends, in the dream, if a blow job was cheating and they said yes. So, I didn’t do it.

Me:  You had to ask if a blow job was cheating and then you didn’t do it?

See how quickly brownie points dissolve into wisps of smoke?

Celia