“Daddy, could you open this for me please” you asked as you held a jar of sauce.

“Sure” both your husband and father responded at the same time.

The room was so silent you could hear a pin drop. “well I was talking to my dad”

“I-I knew that” your husband responded with a cough avoiding the glare of your dad. “I just heard you wanted help and I’m usually the one who helps you” your husband said avoiding eye contact with your dad.