(My husband likes to ask me to scratch his back if he can’t reach the itchy spot. We are at a store checking out.)

Husband: “Baby, my back itches…in the middle, hurry!”

Me: “No.”

Husband: “Hurry! It itches!”

Me: “No.”

(The cashier starts to laugh. My husband starts squirming out of control as he tries to scratch his back.)

Me: “Fine…”

(I proceed to scratch it for him. The cashier lady is still laughing.)

Me: “That is our married life.”