Tipsy Baker: Do we have any cocoa powder?
Husband, glancing in cupboard: No. I'll have to buy some.
Tipsy Baker, glancing in cupboard: We have cocoa powder right here.
She issues a colossal, contemptuous sigh.
Husband: I know you are. That is why I am going to stay as far away from you as I can all day while trying to everything you want me to do.
I am proud of us.