Dinner time

I think if I was a perfect wife I’d celebrate each day by indulging myself with my wonder husband each morning and perhaps give him seconds, then I’d have the rest of the day to just prepare for the time I see my husband again, and make sure I’d cook the proper favorite meal and give out a sensual massage at least four times a week, he said. That’s not a wife, I told him. That’s a girlfriend, now go change Andrew , I got to go and finish making dinner. He stood their holding the baby, then asked “What’s the difference”? Without missing a beat Brenda said “A wife wouldn’t tell you where the diapers are”. Not sure if she said would or wouldn’t, David didn’t want to take a his changes, so quietly walked towards the hallway to begin his search.