We were sitting in the living room together, enjoying a lazy weekend afternoon. Scrolling through recent posts on Facebook, I noticed that my grade school friend, Jenny, had shared a picture of her newborn horse. Knowing that my husband loves horses, I said, “Hey, Kurt, Jenny’s horse had a baby.”
There was a long pause.
“How old is she?” he finally asked.
What? How would I know how old Jenny’s horse is? Huh?
After a second or two, it clicked. Oooooh! He clearly hadn’t heard me correctly. (This happens with some regularity in our house these days.)
“No, not Jenny! Her horse,” I said, trying to speak clearly and raising the volume a bit. “Jenny’s… horse… had… a… baby.”
There was a pregnant pause and he said to me, slowly, enunciating each word carefully, knowing something was wrong, but not sure precisely what, “Demi… Moore’s… horse… had… a baby?”
What? OMG! I burst out laughing and he joined right in, good-natured though he still had no idea what I’d actually said.
“Ah, Kurt, ” I laughed, “growing old together is going to be quite an adventure!”