Actual transcript of a conversation I just had with my husband:
Husband: “I notice that when it comes to the girls’ pets, you’re willing to do all kinds of things, but when it comes to MY pets…” (glowers at me.)
Me: “What pets are you talking about? You don’t have any pets. You don’t even like pets.”
Husband: “My WORMS. Just don’t hate on my worms.”
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Just yesterday I was talking with Emma, 6, sans front teeth. I asked if she had any pets. She said no. Well I have a gold fish and worms. Oh, sez I, I never heard of pet worms. Well, sez she, they are nice worms…… I guess that is all of the explaination needed!
I’m sure our worms are very nice, too. I just didn’t know that supporting them (physically and emotionally) had been declared a wifely duty. But apparently it is.