One night in the first year of our marriage, my wife and I were both lying in our bed, ready to sleep. I was all curled up in the fetal position, just about to drift into dreamland when Olive said, “I think the hall light is on. We should turn it off.”
Now one of the hard lessons I’ve learned about my marriage is that whenever my wife matches the word “we” with something that needs to be done, then “we” doesn’t actually mean “we,” it means “you.”
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