Foot in mouth syndrome ...

(I meant to post this a week or so ago, but like so much else at the moment, I didn't get around to it / have time)

K has been extraordinarily cuddly lately. It feels like every time I turn around, I trip over a small child wanting a hug.

I love him dearly, but having a four foot tall shadow can, on occasion, be rather annoying.

I was trying to get ready to go out for dinner the other night when I tripped over him one too many times.

"K !! I love you, but you're a ... a ... you're a (searching wildly for inspiration) ... a Klingon !!!"

"No I'm not. I'm a barnacle ... (slight pause) ... and you're my whale."