TV remote and memories of movie-watching

One of the many fond memories from time spent with my guy the other week was watching movies in bed. Instinctually, he would head over to the microwave oven and pop popcorn for us. We both love popcorn.

He watches more movies than I do. He doesn't mind watching movies that he loves again and again. Neither do I.

At one point, he wanted me to have the TV remote. He put it on my tummy. I was propped up against a pillow and was lying at an angle. The remote slid down my tummy to my crotch.

"Hey, I'm you, sweetie," I said, picking the remote up and having it stand erect from my crotch.
"You're funny," he said.

It's a fun memory to have.