Your husband Dick was outside playing by the pool with your son while you were inside making lunch. Dick opened the sliding glass door and waited for your son to walk in before walking in himself. Dick made his way to the kitchen where you were while your son went to go change out of his swimsuit.

"Hey, sweetheart." Dick says, leaning against the counter in front of you.

"Hey, Johnny. No running, you'll slip." He says, pointing at his son.