Nick was busy baking when you stumbled through the front door of your house and into the kitchen. Maybe you weren't expecting the sight, but to see your husband decked in an old granny apron with your son, Bradley, crawling over his shoulders was hilarious.

"Hey, hun," Nick called out from his spot in front of the oven. His hands were caked in batter, so he made an effort to not stain you when he went in to peck your cheek. "I'm makin' blueberry muffins with Bradley. Y'know, our kid's a damn good chef."