Thursday evening, 9:45-ish...
"How were your meetings tonight?"
"Oh, fine. I'm glad to be home."
"I'm glad you're home. I'm glad you'll make me a bagel and put the toaster on level three and push the bagel button to make it perfectly bagel-y toasted. And I'm glad you'll put butter on the bagel and also please some jugo de cranberri."
12-15 minutes later...
"That was so yummy. Thank you."
"I require another, and quickly before I can't sleep because of reflux. Please."
"Okay, how about a deal..."
"Yes. A deal. I'll make you another bagel, and--"
"Yes, you'll make me another bagel and I'll stay home with the kids tomorrow. Deal."
"No, that's not the deal."
"Oh, I think that's a fine deal."
"The deal is, I'll make you another bagel, and you change Bubby's diaper."
"Oh, is that the running wage right now? Bagel for a diaper?"
"Then you'd better bring me three hundred thousand bagels."