These are the kind of conversations we have when we go to bed after midnight. (Which is way too often.)

George, just after turning off the light: “Oh, wait, I have to go get something.”

Me, clinging to him for dear life: “Nooooo… if you lift up the covers, I will freeze. Just use the power of your mind to bring it to YOU.”

George: “But there are two doors in between.”

Me: “Use the power of your MIIIIIND to open them.”

George: “The power of my mind does not have opposable thumbs.”

Me: “Well, maybe YOURS doesn’t. I could use the power of MY mind to bring it in here, if I knew what it was.”

George, laughing: “Use the power of your MIIIIIND to figure it out!”

And then I froze him with my icy feet (mua ha ha).

Sometimes I wonder how two people who grew up in such different places could end up sharing the same kind of nonsense.