Upon seeing my pregnant wife moving the refrigerator across the kitchen…
Me: What in the world are you doing?
Me: You were scooting the fridge across the kitchen floor all by yourself.
Cassie: (guilt rises in the air, but all I hear is birds chirping)
Me: You know you’re pregnant right?
Cassie: (more guilt-rideen birds join the chirping chorus)
Me: And it’s 9:30 at night.
Cassie: I just want this to fit in the cupboard. (this being some random object)
Me: That’s called changing the subject.
Cassie: (another verse of chirping birds)
Me: Well, in that case, I’ll let you go back to moving the fridge across the kitchen floor at 9:30 at night, great with child, and without help.