We had a nice dinner during which my husband drank THREE GIANT GLASSES of milk, which he knows will upset his stomach. The little guys is sleeping. We've crawled into bed early. The twins are up to their usual nighttime shenanigans inside my belly. Before I can say the usual "Hey, you're missing movement over here" to the hubs, he groans and says:
"If you put your hand on my belly you can feel movement."
Ew. Should've stopped after one glass like I told him to.