So this is how it goes down in my house.
The family has just finished dinner (supper if you are from the south) and hubby starts handing the plastic kid plates to my son to put in the sink. Y'all know how I roll in the whole chores thing, so I was pleased. Then I see the brilliant guy hand the 2 year old (not even 2 year old yet) a dinner bowl. As in glass. As in what the %#$# are you thinking?
I clear my throat, give the stink eye and even start to speak about such act. Husband assures me that it will be fine. (Meanwhile my head is about to explode from past experience of knowing the kid can't reach the sink & lob that thing over the edge like a grenade.)
I turn my back and BOOM!!!! The glass goes flying into the sink & breaks into pieces. The stink eye turns into the, "I don't know who's bed you are sleeping in tonight, but it ain't mine," look. He then smiles and says, "I was trying to teach him. Think how much better I would be if someone would have taken the time with me." *HUGE GRIN* Knowing that he had just sunk my battleship. I can't protest that idea in the least. The man is getting good at our "chess match" of a marriage. Check & check mate honey.
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