My son’s laptop has been at the repair shop for weeks- as they were waiting for a part to arrive. Well, after what has felt like a year, hubby called a few minutes ago to inquire about our son’s pin code.
Hubby: Tbe people at the store need son’s pin code.
Me: OK, I’ll go and ask him.
Me: (to son) What is your passcode for your laptop? Daddy needs it.
Son: (just waking up- mumbles) Death.
Hubby: Did he say deaf?
Me: No, DEATH.
Hubby: I have to call the store and tell them it’s death?
A few minutes go by and the phone rings again….
Hubby: It’s not death. Ask him what his pin code is- it should be a number.
Me: Son, it’s not death. It should be a number.
Son: (still asleep) Poop on Bread.