Here's why E is the perfect child: when she gets tired during a dinner party, she lies down on the couch and goes to sleep.
Here's why M is the perfect child: she doesn't get tired during a dinner party, she just eats as slowly as she can so she can chat with the grown-ups for as long as possible, and then, when she is finally banished from the table, plays happily with N till the wee hours.
Here's why S is the perfect husband: when he comes home in the middle of a dinner party (from seeing John Doe, about which he would be ecstatically blogging, if he blogged), he clears the table, does the dishes, cleans the kitchen, and then sits down to chat charmingly with me and my friends.
Aren't you jealous? [Said in exactly the smug tone of voice you might imagine.]
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Frankly, yes. Yes I am.
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