This Act Speaks Volumes

(I often read the Not Always stories to my husband so that we can enjoy them together. On a road trip, the texture of the road changes gets very loud. I am in the middle of reading a story when he reaches for the volume button and turns it to the right, which would normally turn the volume up.)

Me: “What are you doing? I thought you wanted me to read you the stories?”

(My husband gets a look on his face like I have caught his hand in the cookie jar.)

Husband: “…I do.”

Me: “Were you trying to turn my volume up?”

Husband: “Yes… This is going on Not Always, isn’t it?”

Me: “Yep!”