With apologies to those of you not familiar with Dr. Who.
Last night at dinner, while reflecting upon my freshly-debearded face, my wife offered up an observation. “You know, if we found the right suit, you could maybe pull off the David Tennant Dr. Who next Halloween.”
“Oh yeah?” I said. I kind of love David Tennant, so I take this as something of a compliment, albeit perhaps an inaccurate one.
“Yeah,” she said. “And since all his companions dress pretty normal, I guess I could just go as any of them. I could be, uh, uh--”
“Nah, you don’t need to be one of his companions,” I said. Being one of the companions from the Dr. Who series, at least the modern version, would make for a pretty boring costume since they mostly dress in modern clothing, the only exception being when they choose to dress in accordance with the time and place in which they’ve landed, which they don’t always. I’m not sure what rule they follow to decide whether or not they should suit up. But I digress.
“You could be, uh, uh....” I continued, floundering for an idea for an appropriate match that would make a good costume.
“Oh, I know!” she shouted. “I could be the TARDIS!”
“Brilliant!”
“Which is perfect, you know, since you get to be inside me!”
Big guffaws. High-fives across the table. The boys seemed amused, if not a bit confused.
“Oh my god!” I said. “It’s bigger on the inside than it is on the outside! How is that possible?!”
More high-fives. Giggles all the way to bedtime.
Last night at dinner, while reflecting upon my freshly-debearded face, my wife offered up an observation. “You know, if we found the right suit, you could maybe pull off the David Tennant Dr. Who next Halloween.”
“Oh yeah?” I said. I kind of love David Tennant, so I take this as something of a compliment, albeit perhaps an inaccurate one.
“Yeah,” she said. “And since all his companions dress pretty normal, I guess I could just go as any of them. I could be, uh, uh--”
“Nah, you don’t need to be one of his companions,” I said. Being one of the companions from the Dr. Who series, at least the modern version, would make for a pretty boring costume since they mostly dress in modern clothing, the only exception being when they choose to dress in accordance with the time and place in which they’ve landed, which they don’t always. I’m not sure what rule they follow to decide whether or not they should suit up. But I digress.
“You could be, uh, uh....” I continued, floundering for an idea for an appropriate match that would make a good costume.
“Oh, I know!” she shouted. “I could be the TARDIS!”
“Brilliant!”
“Which is perfect, you know, since you get to be inside me!”
Big guffaws. High-fives across the table. The boys seemed amused, if not a bit confused.
“Oh my god!” I said. “It’s bigger on the inside than it is on the outside! How is that possible?!”
More high-fives. Giggles all the way to bedtime.
6 comments:
Outstanding.
Heh. That was in fact high-five-worthy.
So when you shave your face for Movember, you look like David Tennant. When I shaved for it, coupled with my bald head, I look like a giant thumb.
Great.
Hahahahaha
During a bad week, that could've gotten you a different kind of slap... :)
You get a high five from me!! :D Hehe
huge high five!
Totally high fivin ya both! Classic conversation!
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