My husband is a woman!

We were discussing traditional roles today and we decided that in fact Groover is a woman and I – or at least – apart from the grunting, screaming childbirth thang – I am a man.

Let us review the evidence together:

Groover loves cooking, can keep a fantastic house, makes the bed like a nurse, disciplines the kids, manages the money and irons beautifully.

Whereas I, well I don’t really excel at any of that but I do play Set – a brilliant game based on spatial relationships which everyone knows is a blokey attribute.

Ipso facto: I am the bloke.

Only one piece of evidence stands out as proof of my femininity! I’m the one who ALWAYS organises the babysitter!

Back in your box Groover! Oh and while you’re there… would you mind ironing this?