He knows me so well.

Me (while holding Natalie's head so that she pukes on her own onesie and not the floor): "Well, today we're off to my monthly affirmation of my own personal parenting choices."

Scott (while wrestling Grace off the potty to wipe her butt even though he's in dress slacks): "La Leche League Toddler Meeting?"

Me (putting on a robe while holding a baby since we are about to open the garage door): "Ten-a.m., baby, you better believe it."