he is sitting on the couch across the room and i love him.  he scratches
his eye, rubs his nose, and turns the page of the book he's burried in.
there is a slight smile on his face.  he looks up at me and grins impishly.
he turns back to the book.  he raises his hand.  i ask "yes?" with my eyes.
he says "whatcha doing?"  "nuthin", i say and glance at the laptop then
back at him.  he stands up and walks over to read the screen.  he giggles
then licks my eye.  "you're going to type that, too, aren't you?"  i grin.