Last night, my husband was lying on the sofa across from me. I was happily sifting through a catalogue as he beckoned me with these words: Come here.
I looked up at him and said, "No, because you didn't ask correctly."
He looked at me and said firmly, "Come. here."
Replying with a smirk on my face, "Say it like Shakespeare." I wanted him to say "Come hither" like he used to eons ago.
Effecting a British accent he begs, "Come heeere."
Of course, I laughed me arse off. When I laugh, he laughs - even when he doesn't quite get what's to be laughing about. That's why I love him - he doesn't always "get" it or me, but he loves me, and beckons me - and even tries again "my way" to get me to jump into his arms.
I jumped!
