A young guy said: During the days when my wife and I were preparing for pregnancy, I insisted on running for an hour every night. One day, halfway through, it suddenly started pouring rain, so I came home half an hour early. My wife was already fast asleep. I quietly changed clothes, accidentally knocking over a water glass on the nightstand. She rolled over groggily and said softly, "You're back. Go take a hot shower, don't catch a cold."

I stood still, looking at her profile and said softly, "Just now, as I passed by the downstairs, the barbecue stall was still open. I'll go grill two skewers of your favorites."
She paused for a moment, then suddenly opened her eyes and said, "Okay, I'm a little hungry too."
I took a deep breath and said calmly, "Let's get a divorce."