Later that night Chris and I were brushing our teeth before bed. Chris was standing behind me brushing away while I rinsed. "Honey," he said in astonishment, "I think your hips have gotten wider!" Then he proceeded to put a hand on each hip and try to squeeze them towards each other, as if he was going to "fix" them for me.
Yeah. Good luck with that, Chris.
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