I was all snuggled in bed, reading JPod and enjoying a freshly washed quilt when the Wiz rolled in beside me.

Being a normal boy, there was pillow fluffing, quilt fluffing and the requisite *boy adjustments* to be made.
He breathed a sigh of contentment: “Ah, a brief glimpse into the life of man”.
I looked at him in disdain: “Whose glimpse, mine or yours”?

G’night honey.