My husband is currently laughing so hard that he is crying. He gets to the point where he stops, but then those residual giggles kick in and he's off laughing again.
All because of the fact that a groundhog lives in Gobblers Knob. Yep, my man is a complete juvenile.
He comes down the hall and he's laughing so hard, we have this conversation:
him "we have to go there!"
me "I don't think it's what you think it is"
him "will they nobble my gob?"
me "do you hear yourself?"
him "maybe they'll gobble my knob?"
Now he has ME laughing till I cry because of his "nobble my gob". Seriously hysterical.
Seriously, grade 2.
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