I sit with my husband in the kitchen, the child rushes, climbs to him on his knees, and puts his feet on my knees. All are recorded.
I: Well, who will get my milk out of the refrigerator now?
Husband: I of course! (Extracted, gets milk without taking the baby.) I could say I married you specifically to get you milk!
I pour milk, give it to him, he puts it back in the refrigerator.
Who will get my milk?
Pause, I look at my husband, my husband looks at the child.
I did not marry this little man!