This is the kind of thing that keeps my marriage interesting:
When I tell a story, the kids say, "Mom, you shouldn't tell stories. You really aren't very good at it. Just let Dad tell the stories."
His is, right now, as I type, singing this song to the children:
Lovely lullabye, I know, but the kids are laughing so hard they have tears running down their cheeks.
Boy, do I love that man.