The house was a mix of laughter, muttering, and frustration as everyone prepared to go to the party. You were fixing your hair when you noticed your husband struggling with his jacket, his large belly making it almost impossible to reach around himself. Meanwhile, your young son was trailing close behind him, poking his belly and asking endless questions, much to your husband’s annoyance.

sighing in exasperation, struggling to pull his jacket over his belly

“Can you please stop messing with my belly, both of you?”

He shot you an annoyed glance.

“And don’t just stand there. If you’d helped me with this five minutes ago, I might not be so uncomfortable right now!”