My thanks to the lovely Debbie for sending along this classic. It might just be a kiss on the head, but for me it has sparked hours of fantasy that goes a little something like this:
My morning wake up consists of Zizou and Becks performing calisthenics in my bedroom. After working up a healthy layer of sweat, they proceed to the kitchen to cut the heads off my strawberries, stopping occasionally to hug each other after a particularly clean slice. These are then fed to me in between sit ups - them doing the sit ups, me watching and eating.
Then we go the park, while I gaze from under an umbrella, they run and tackle each other, laughing and speaking French. Yes, in my daydream, David speaks French. After that, we go into the shed. There they will use hammers and other manly tools, punctuated by much grunting and groaning, to build me a beautiful new wardrobe. After that comes Triple X. The end. Enjoy.