Him, throwing a small fit over a seemingly minor issue.
Me: “I think you must be tired.”
Him, wailing: “You always say I’m tired and I never am.”
Me: “When you throw a fit like this over things that aren’t a big deal, I think it must be because you’re tired.”
Him: “Well, I’m not.”
Me: “Then I guess you must need some cuddles and some kisses!” (Suiting action to the word.)
Him: “No, I don’t need anything except my way.”
