This morning while Brett was still sleeping, I crawled into bed to wake him up/ regain feeling in my appendages because it is so cold in our house.
Me: My feet are cold.
Brett: Where are the slippers I bought you? DO NOT put your feet on me or I will….I don’t know what I will do.
Me: Tell me what you will do so I can decide if it is worth putting my feet on you.
Brett: I will burn your hair.
Me: OK, I won’t put my feet on you.
*30 seconds go by and I put my feet on him*
Brett: Get me the matches.