Two Shorts

Conversation 1:
About a month ago, Seppo and I were rocking the baby to sleep in our darkened room, with some Brahms Lullaby and assorted other pieces playing in the background.

Me: *eyes rounding* Oh my God! I know why you always fall asleep at symphonies!
Seppo: Oh my God! Me too!

Conversation 2:
The day of the baby’s 100th day celebration, Joe, our housemate, called Seppo shortly before the starting time. He was calling from his work, and from what I could tell from Seppo’s end of the conversation, he was asking if he could bring anything, as he was coming back home from his grocery store.

Seppo, to Joe on the phone: … Sure, maybe bring something for the parents?
Me, to myself in my head: The parents? Did someone invite their parents to the party? What the hell? That’s obnoxious!
[Five seconds pass.]
Me, out loud: Oh my GOD! WE are the parents! Our friends and us! GAH!