Funny Later

In ten years, I might say this to A.:

"Hey, remember that Sunday morning when Cubby was two and a half and Charlie was two months and Cubby wet his bed and came in our room at five a.m.?  And you got up to get him dressed and he screamed like he was being scalped the whole time?  And then you saw you had hives, probably from a spider bite you got the morning before, and so you took a double dose of antihistamines and went back to bed while I stripped Cubby's bed and brought him downstairs?  And then you brought a crying and hungry Charlie to me  half an hour later and for the next six hours, one or the other of the kids was crying?  And it was raining so we couldn't go outside?  And then Cubby peed his pants while he was standing in front of his toy box and half the puddle went under the toy box and I had to lift the extremely heavy full toy box to mop it all up?  Remember that morning?  Boy, wasn't that FUNNY?"

I might say that in ten years.  Might.