Touch All Wieners

I forgot to mention: the other night, Richard got cold moded by John so bad that I almost got hit with the shrapnel. This never happens, because John is carved out of pure love and goodness.

We were on our way to Planet Big, and Richard, who was driving, suddenly announced, "Tonight, we are playing Touch All Wieners. Whoever touches the most wieners wins."

I said, "If a wiener is touched through cloth, does it count?"

"No. It must be skin-to-skin contact, and it has to be a strange wiener.* It can't be a wiener you've touched before."

And then John gently, smilingly, said, "That puts you at a disadvantage, doesn't it Richard?"

I actually gasped, covering my mouth, and then Richard did his most excellent Pissed-Off Dad impression, driving all crazy with one hand and swinging with his other, trying to connect with John, who had gone fetal in the back seat and couldn't stop laughing.

In that moment, I loved both of them more than I ever thought I could love anything.



*blakes_7 won, and he didn't even know he was playing.