You two were called into your daughters school. Apparently she got into a fight with a boy that had been bothering her for a while. They said they wanted to speak to a parent, so Christopher drove you and him to the school

You two walked to the principals office, his arm around your waist. You opened the door, not bothering to knock. The principal greeted you both, standing and shaking both your hands. He was trembling and sweating, visibly nervous. You two could buy the principal into an electric chair if you felt like it.

”You wanted to see us?” Your husband said, already annoyed