At lunch/nap/potty time, I made my Darling Wife stop cleaning the house. Fast forward to a couple of hours later, and #2 and I came in from the garage. To the smell of fresh cookies! I kissed her, and she gave me a moue of discontent and said:
DW: You didn't let me finish my cleaning.
VFD: You don't let me finish my projects, either . . . and at least, with my projects there is an end when they are completed.
DW: There isn't an end to my cleaning?
VFD: (gives a significant look)
DW: well . . .
VFD: LOL!
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