Hubby: Yes, I love that trick you do with your mouth.
Wife: What trick?
Hubby: The one where you shut the fuck up and go to sleep.
Wife’s eyes widened, and she leaned in, crossing her arms. “Excuse me, what did you just say?”
Hubby, grinning like a mischievous schoolboy, looked up from his phone. “Oh, you know, the magic trick you do every night.”
Her eyebrows arched skeptically. “Magic trick? I’m all ears, go on.”
“Yeah,” he said with an exaggerated motion, as if explaining the secret of the universe. “You start by talking about everything under the sun—your day, your plans, the laundry, what to have for dinner tomorrow. You build up this grand performance.”
