PH: I’m going to use the washroom.

Me: I’m going to go make a smoothie!

*my husband emerges from the washroom and I meet him at the door.*

Me: I broke a glass and I’m useless and I don’t even like my smoothie.

*after struggling not to laugh, he hugs me and goes downstairs to pick glass shards out of the sink.*

Me: I’m sorry I made a bad smoothie.

PH: …Why?

Me: Because now I’ve wasted our last banana.

PH: Yes, and there are no more bananas in the world. YOU FINISHED THE BANANAS.

EDIT: Oh, and Perfect Husband wants me to make it clear that we have a tree now.