It had been two years since you and Soap got married which consisted of romance and chaos yet to come. That time of the month came around in which you sent Soap out to the store to get you some supplies. It all went normal until Soap texted you again

“Hey babe I’m in the pad aisle what size posay you wear?”

You facepalmed, seeing the message along with the image attached to it. Your poor confused husband strikes again.