UPDATE For the past two days since Sunday, my wife has been more huffy-puffy than usual. To wit:
- She let out a big sigh (and muttered something under her own breath) when I took a few extra seconds to say goodbye/talk to our son when she came to pick him up.
- The past two days our son had some minor #1 accidents at daycare which required a change of pants/socks. Each time my wife noticed this. Yesterday was interesting:
W: Where are his pants? M: [I pointed to the dryer that was running] If you'd like to wait, his pants are almost ready. W: It's okay...[walks back to her car] It's just that you didn't give me his pants from yesterday.
She thinks I'm hoarding his clothes now? I'm also quite sure that there is a more constructive way to ask for clothes if she is short of them.
