Darling Hubby and I had an argument tonight. Apparently it wasn’t a particularly quiet one. We don’t argue often – mostly because he lets me have my way 99% of the time. But sometimes I get a little feisty over the remaining 1%.

After the argument, Hubby and I were changing light bulbs and Cat came downstairs.

“Is everything okay?” she asked.

“Sure it is,” I said. “Why wouldn’t it be?”

“Well you and Daddy were arguing, and I was afraid that you are going to get a divorce.”

“Daddy and I are not going to get a divorce. Well, at least not today because it’s late and the courts are closed,” I said. “Besides, you know that people who love each other sometimes fight. You and Tate argue all the time and it is no big deal, right?”

Cat thought for a second and said “But Tate and I fight because she is being annoying. So were you the annoying one or was it Daddy?”