So the other night in Cape Cod, Xan actually slept through the night, it seems. Unfortunately, Angela didn't. Why? Not because she was necessarily worried that Xan stopped breathing in the middle of the night. No, it was because I was snoring. (Yes, occasionally an issue, though I believe not necessarily chronic. It was after a night of massive amounts of take-out Chinese.)
Anyway, the following conversation was held as we were snuggling down to sleep the following night. The entire conversation was held in the same hushed tones.
Me: I'm so sorry about waking you up last night with my snoring. I will try not to do so tonight.
She: It's OK. I still love you.
Me: Still, I'm sorry.
She: Also, I will kick you.
For some reason, this immediately sent me into a hysterical laughing fit for about five minutes (no exaggeration on timing), tears and all.