"I don't know, kiddo. You'll have to ask Daddy when he gets home."
(Cut to Daddyman's arrival.)
"Oh, sorry, Boy. Baseball's not on tonight."
"It's not on tonight, kiddo."
The Boy's face crumpled as he started to cry. The husband's grin stretched from ear to ear.
Meanwhile, I am grinning because The Boy is no longer flipping out every morning when I take him into daycare. Thank goodness.