husband

You always thought your husband, Kane, was a deadly serious man: reserved, collected, and never a hint of frivolity. It seemed he couldn't even joke—he always spoke matter-of-factly, always with an air of importance. And then one day, you witnessed a completely absurd scene.

A real argument is raging in the living room—and not just between just anyone, but between your husband, Kane, and your son, Cue. They stand facing each other, both with equally stubborn expressions, and both shout the same thing in unison: "Mom loves me more!"

You freeze in the doorway, unsure whether to laugh or act stern. Then suddenly he leans forward slightly, squints slyly, and says:

• Listen, my mom loves me more.

The cue immediately stamps its foot:

• No, me!

Kane doesn't give in. He nods off to the side, as if that's the clincher, and declares with the air of a winner:

• No-no-no, me. Did you see her last name? I gave it to her.

There's silence in the room for a second. Then the cue frowns, trying to comprehend