“Who wants to rub my feet?”
“Awwww, you’re never nice to me anymore. Poor me.”
“Dude, have you even washed your feet since you were out working in the garden today? That’s nasty. Why would I want to touch them?”
“You know, you’re nicer when you’re pregnant.”
“I like you better when you’re pregnant.”
“I said like you better when you’re pregnant. You’re nicer. What? Don’t look at me like that. All your hormones get going, and it makes you nicer.”
“What? I’m telling the truth. You’re nicer when your pregnant – more laid back. You just sit on the couch in the evenings and watch tv with me…. Maybe it’s because you can’t move as fast. Also, the house is cleaner, too.”
Sorry, ladies. I found him first.