Mine is the guy who cleaned up the mess after our five year old hurled all over the front of the sanctuary. Then he came home, put the girls to bed, and insisted on cleaning up after me, too, because I always feel weepy after I get sick. Take that, stomach virus.
My husband is fantastic. And very thorough, I might add. I'm not sure I remember when our bathroom has been so clean.
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