Julius: Daddy, what are cooking for dinner?
Paul: Nothing. Your mother might have to become domesticated.
Me: *snorts* Read your pre-nuptial agreement or ask my brother, Joey he was there when I told you I didn't cook...EVER!
Julius: Well, Dad if your not going to cook can we go to a weally, fancy westaurant?
Me: He wants Subway!
We drink with our pinkies up!