Scene: Hubs is on the floor in the kitchen, trying to replace a sprayer hose. Problem is, it takes a contortionist to work under our sink and Hubs is more than 6 feet tall. His head is now bleeding — after an unfortunate bump — and the cussing is growing ever louder.

Cathy: Can you tone it down a little? The kids can hear you.

Hubs: I thought they were outside.

More cussing.

Cathy, speaking to the E-man: Daddy’s getting frustrated with the sink. Just ignore the bad words.

E-man: How can I ignore them when he keeps saying them?