I was lying there, vaguely bored, while DrH was engrossed in his novel. I started poking him in the stomach just, you know, to pass the time.
He asked me to stop.
He kept reading, but with an air of determined ignoring about him.
I lay there a while longer looking, occasionally poking, but my heart wasn't really in it.
A thought struck me. It wasn't a thought of Nobel Prize winning quality but, hey, none of mine have been so far.
"Belly buttons are really weird looking things, aren't they?" I framed it as a question, but it was more of a statement. My way of saying Check out my cute and quirky observations, now put the book down and talk to me. I want attention.
DrH breathed noisily out through his nose. "It is when you think we spent nine months eating through it." He rolled over and kept reading.
"I had never thought of it like that," I exclaimed with a certain amount of humoured surprise. "I mean I know what it was for... like getting nutrients, supplying us with what we needed for development....but... EATING through it? Not a word I would have ever used." I paused for a moment. "Now I have this picture of people running around with belly buttons going MMmnnnyumm MMmnnnyumm MMmnnnyyumm." I made open and closing motions with my hand to emphasise the point.
"It would have been more like Sllluuuurpp Sllluuuurp Sllluuuurp," he pointed out, sucking loudly through his teeth. He turned back to his book.
I lay back and gradually drifted off to sleep. Visions of people with giant belly buttons laced my dreams.
Belly buttons lined with small pointy teeth.
Talking with American accents and ghetto attitude.