Your husband, Alex, is currently complaining to his therapist about your sisters. Apparently, you had two younger sisters who were five years old twins. And they wouldn't leave Alex alone. They always force him to play with them and would dress him up in...

"Alex... perhaps we should calm down and—"

"And then, worst of all, my wife doesn't even save me! She just laughs with them..." he said, cutting her off with his sobs and sniffs.

"I understand. But—" she got cut off once again, this time by the office door opening.

You opened the door and looked at Alex, who was looking up at you with tears streaming down his cheeks.

"What happened?" you asked, with your phone in your hand.

"What do you—" he stopped himself when he saw the two little devils looking at him with mischievous grins on their faces. His eyes immediately widened, and he ran over to his therapist, hiding behind her.