Make Him Slam The Door

(I have a habit of quoting lyrics as if they are normal conversation. This always drives my husband crazy.)

Husband: *correcting my son’s grammar* “LET it go. She let the turtle go.”

Son: “Ooooh. Let it go.”

Me: “Let it go?”

Husband: *death glare*

Me: *honestly trying to behave myself and falling miserably* “Can’t hold it back anymore.”

Husband: *pounces and tickles, his only weapon against me*