Later that night at Tom's, Roxanne changed into the sweats she called pajamas and sat on the couch next to him with a bowl of ice cream. When she finished eating and put the bowl down on the coffee table, Tom cringed.
“What?" she said
“Can you put that in the dishwasher or on a magazine? It's going to get the table dirty."
“Sorry I'm not as fancy as you." She picked up the bowl and set it in the sink.
“It's not about being fancy, just, you know, having manners."
“Oh, so I don't have manners?" Roxanne blurted at him, as she toddled back to the living room.
“That's not what I said," she could see Tom stiffen as he sat up a little straighter. “It's just – we're having a baby. We need to teach it things besides how to crack eggs with one hand."
“Hey, that's a useful skill," she protes
