Remember that scene in The Break Up where Jennifer Aniston’s character wants Vince Vaughn’s character to want to do the dishes. Imagine that scene several years down the line, plus my sleep-deprived addled brain, and you have the following.
Scene: Sometime at night. It could be twenty minutes after you’ve fallen into a deep sleep, or a half hour before your alarm goes off. NOBODY KNOWS. The baby monitor springs to life with the wailings of a two year old who has decided that sleeping through the night is for, well, babies. She must have overheard you talking about a third baby. She doesn’t know that you were KIDDING. She just knows that she’s awake, and she’s pissed, and she’s not going back to sleep until you get into her room and rock her. For a while.
Husband: Do you want me to go get her?
Wife: (Do I want you to go get her? Of course I WANT you to go get her. But I don’t want it to be MY idea. I just want you to get up and get her. I don’t want to TELL you to go get her. I don’t want you to give me the opportunity to be the hero AGAIN. We both know how that ends. You’re going to be awake anyway, because I’ll sigh loudly when I get out of bed, and make sure to make just enough noise to ensure that you’re HEARING all of this getting up that I’m doing.)
Wife: (out loud) No, I’ll go.