Dear Son: I keep things from you because I need that money for alcohol, not child psychologists.

Me (entering the living room, where The Wife and The Boy are watching TV): “Oh crap! I went upstairs like an hour ago to get something to wipe that table down.”

Her: (just looking at me)

Me: “I went upstairs into the kitchen, and looked under the sink and —”

Her: (raising eyebrow)

Me: “Oh, right”

Her: (smirking)

The Boy: “What?”

Both: “Nothing”

The Boy: “WHAT?!”

Me: “Mommy surprised Daddy in the kitchen.”

The Boy: “Did she give you a present?”

Her: (unintentional Diet Coke spit-take)

Me: “Yes, yes she did.”

The Boy: “What was it?”

Me: “Nothing. Nevermind. I’ll be right back. I got distracted before. So what are we watching?”