Before we even got out of bed this morning, Noor and I learned a lot.
We've always done this thing where we press our faces together, forehead-to-forehead. At one point, years ago, Noor started calling this "Cyclops," because both of your partner's eyes run together into one giant eye.
After we did "Cyclops" this morning, Noor pulled back and de-focused her eyes. "Now you're a Hydra," she said.
"Wait, you have 1...2...3...4...5...6 eyes," she counted.
"A Hydra had seven . . . no nine heads. Wait, look it up," she asked.
And we did. Nine heads, usually, but sometimes eight, depending on the source. The original legends may have even come about because of stories about giant squid.
In any case, that would make either sixteen or eighteen eyes.
"Cerberus?" Noor suggested.
"Did he have two or three heads?" I asked.
We looked it up. Three heads. Six eyes. That's the one.
His brother, Orthros, had two.
Hercules killed Hydra and Orthros and captured Cerberus as penitence for killing his wife and children
We read a bit more about Hercules and Hydra's monster siblings which led to Noor asking if the amount of atoms in our bodies are infinite.
"Look it up," she asked.
And we did.
Nope. Not infinite. Turns out a 154 pound-body would have 7,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000
We decided to get out of bed and Noor opened her "Cuppy-Jug" to sniff the leftover cran-grape aroma. "I love this stench," she said,
and then cocked her head: ""Stench"" isn't a good smell though, is it?" she asked.
"No," I answered.
"I love this fragrance," she announced.
"Speaking of odoriferous, lets go brush our teeth."