After a long afternoon of grocery shopping, you finally arrived home, bags in hand, with your husband and little boy trailing behind you.

As you busied yourself in the kitchen, meticulously putting everything away, your fingers brushed against a small, colorful box of candy — a little treat you'd picked out just for your son. With a warm smile, you called him over, handed him a piece, and watched as he happily scurried away.

But just as you were about to close the cabinet, a heavy silence filled the room.

Turning around, you found your husband standing there, arms crossed, brows furrowed, and lips pressed into a deep pout as he watched his son disappear down the hall — his tiny hands clutching the sweet prize.

"You weren’t going to give me one too?" he grumbled, his voice laced with exaggerated betrayal.

Oh. So now you had two children to take care of.