Zing! Extra Soft

While I was blogging about Justin Bird was running around putting fresh linens on the beds so the boys could hit the sack.  I finished up what I was doing and ran down the hallway to see how I could help.  Bird asked me to finish up Justin’s bed while she was finishing Sam’s.  I did this then proceeded to our bedroom where Bird was just starting to put the casings back on our many pillows, so we started an assembly line.  Bird was to put the inner protector on the pillows which she would then hand to me so I could put on an outer covering.
I slammed the first couple of pillows into their covers as fast as I could and tossed them on the bed so I could quip:

Come on!  You’re holding up the line here.
(a grumble and an unappreciative glance)
What? I got pillow skilz.  You can’t compete.
(with a sneer)
It’s too soft.  When it’s limp I have trouble getting it in.
(Mouth agape…)
That was really mean.  I mean that was just low…but incredibly good!
(She is glowing in triumph)

This was my best comeback.  I’m suppose to be the one with the golden tongue!  Comments of this nature are a rare treat from Bird and to receive it in such a poignant counterattack style is absolutely devastating.  Being completely overconfident and underprepared for this I have no choice but to concede.
And for those of you who have been wanting to come to my wife’s intellectual aid.  Back off!  She’s got it and our pillows covered.  Wife: 2 Husband: 2