We were on one of the trains with the orange seats. Ted smiled an embarrassed sort of smile and looked out the window at nothing.
“Nothing. I was just thinking of something even scarier than what you said yesterday.”*
“What was it?”
“I was just thinking that if we had munchkins, there’s a good chance they’d have blue eyes. My dad has blue eyes, and my brother. And yours. . . .”
“That’d be good.”
“Yeah. Blue eyes and black hair. . . killer combination.”
“Yeah. And we’d hope for curls. . . . That’s even scarier than that dream I had.”
“The one about the dresses?”
“No. Last night. About the ugliest ring ever.”
“Well, you are just lucky I have good taste.”
“Don’t worry. I’ll ask for a female opinion before I buy a ring.”
*I didn’t know which scary thing he was referencing, then or now.