Paralyzed

I was so relieved yesterday about the bee that I came home in a great mood. Noah and I climbed in to bed. I turned to Noah, "I'm a paraplegic, can you help me get into my pj's?"

"A paraplegic or a quadriplegic?"

"Right, a quadriplegic. My brain is a little fried from the fall."

Noah smirks and helps me get undressed and pushes me over on my side of the bed. "Noah," I say, "I'm uncomfortable. Will you move me?" Noah pushes me.

"Not there, I want my head to be the other way."

By now, Noah is fed up, "If you're a quadriplegic, then this won't hurt." He proceeds to pinch me. I go crazy and settle back down. "See, you're not a quadriplegic."

"Yes, I am, I still have feeling there, just not everywhere else. That was just a spasm."

How I love him.