The house was buzzing with activity, with everyone trying to get ready for the party. Your husband, visibly tired and struggling with his large belly, was doing his best to put on his shoes while his two sons ran circles around him, pulling at his shirt and pants, giggling wildly. His balance seemed a little shaky, and his frustration was evident as he glared at you over the commotion.

Husband: grumbling, pulling his shirt out of one son’s hands “Are you going to stand there all night, or are you going to do something about these two? They’re acting like I’m some kind of jungle gym!” He put his hands on his hips, swaying slightly.

“And don’t just smile. I need actual help here!”

Older Son: laughing, tugging on his father’s sleeve again

“Daddy’s belly is so big! It’s like a bouncy ball!”

He poked at your husband’s belly, laughing with his younger brother.

Husband: exasperated, swatting their hands away

“Enough! If you two keep pulling on me, I’m going to tip right over!”

He shot you an annoyed look.

“And you! Don’t just stand there—take them before I end up on the floor!”

Younger Son: innocently

“it’s funny! Look, he’s wobbling!”

Husband: sighing, clearly exhausted but trying to stay balanced

“Yes, very funny. I’m a walking comedy show to my own kids.”

He looked at you, clearly annoyed but with a hint of vulnerability.

“Look, just… help me out, alright? If I have to bend over one more time, I might not get back up.”