A: After the Ogden Weber Chamber of Commerce Annual Dinner, (where your husband was recognized for winning Small Business of the Year. . . . go Steve) you figure that your daughters should meet H. David Burton, (the thirteenth Presiding Bishop of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints) who was one of the evening's speakers. You keep your eye on him as he is walking around talking, so you don't loose him in the sea of people. Just as he is about to walk out of the room, you walk up to him and say, "My daughters would like to shake your hand." He looks up and replies, "I'm sorry, but I'm afraid that I'm not who you think I am." He asks who we thought he was and chuckles before saying, "My name is Keith Buswell, and I am on the State School Board. If you have any complaints about your school, you're talking to the right person." So then your eleven-year-old daughter says "I'd like to complain about my school's lunches." And before you can stop her, she whips out her iPhone and pulls up a particularly unappetizing photo she took of her school lunch earlier this year. He takes a look at the picture, smiles, and tells her that she's just spoiled from eating at her dad's restaurant.
B: You offer to take dinner from Sonora Grill to a family who had a new baby a couple of weeks ago. You tell them to look at the online menu and let you know what they would like you to order. (Because you figure that they might as well get exactly what they want.) And then, after a particularly busy Saturday, your daughter is on the phone with your husband, who asks what we took them for dinner. "Noooooooo! I forgot!!!" You hear your husband laugh and tell your daughter that you are a wreck as you immediately call your friend, who felt awkward telling you what she wanted and has just picked up Chinese for dinner. (Lesson learned: Next time just pick what they are going to eat yourself. And set an alarm.)
C: After a long day of eating junk food, you decide to eat something healthy. You cook a saucepan full of broccoli and since nobody else wants any, you just go ahead and eat it all yourself. You are enjoying the broccoli, but just as you are getting close to finishing, you suddenly feel an uncontrollable wave of nausea and run to the bathroom and throw up. Meanwhile, your husband is sitting at the kitchen table, watching. And laughing. Because you just ate broccoli until you threw up.