Me: Skeeter was kicking my bladder the whole ride home.
Mr. BUB: Oh yeah?
Me: Yep. She’s grounded. When she’s 16 and wants to go out on Friday night, I’m telling her no.
Mr. BUB: Good thing her Daddy is a pushover. He’ll say yes.
Me: When can I order the baby furniture?
Mr. BUB: I told you to buy it yesterday.
Mr. BUB: Yep…You really don’t remember?
Me: I forget a lot lately.
Mr. BUB: I know. This is actually the third time you’ve asked about the furniture.
Mr. BUB: You smell pregnant.
Me: What?! How does ‘pregnant’ smell?
Mr. BUB: (walks away)