Syrup and Sweat Shorts

I pointed a finger at him.

“If you value your marriage, you’ll stop laughing.”

He tried.

He genuinely tried.

He even inhaled like he was going to say something supportive.

Instead another laugh escaped him.

“Babe…” he wheezed. “He… he redecorated.”

I stared at him in disbelief.

“Our kitchen looks like a bakery exploded.”

“He was being creative.”

“Our son is covered in syrup.”

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