buh nuh.

“buh nuh. buh nUH. bUH NUH. BUH NUH. BUHNUH! REE REE REE REE!!!!!”
—Husband, in an IM message. I read it and look up to see him crawling across the floor from the other room with a mischievous grin on his face. I throw my head back and laugh. Next thing I know, he’s advanced to my chair and has his arms around me making menacing kissing sounds at my face. I laugh more.
It was a good moment.