After tossing, turning, and cursing insomnia late one night last week, I (loudly) announced to a sleeping that Simon I couldn't sleep. After he didn't respond I repeated my complaint louder and louder until he finally opened his eyes and before rolling over said, "well, you should probably get that figured out."
In response to my suggestion that we hire a live-in robot nanny Simon said, "and a wage earner! Then we could frolic merrily forever."
After bemoaning the fact that a certain region of my body is all but concave after only nursing two children for a grand total of 4 months Simon said, "well, maybe Victoria's little sister has a secret."
When I saw that Simon had put Julia's winter shoes on with shorts and no socks for a walk and asked why he didn't put her warm weather/play friendly sandals on instead, Simon said, "she doesn't need to be wearing her pumps to the park."