(Scene: The Casa Kitchen, last night. Dinnertime. Brooke is standing by the stove, getting ready to prepare dinner. Enter Army Boy.)
Army Boy: Hey Babe. What can I do to help.
Brooke: (slightly distracted, as she is working out how to time the prep of 3 different things) Um… set the table. That would be great.
Army Boy: (sighs) Oh SURE. Give me the little kid jobs.
(She starts cooking, occasionally asking for a utensil or for him to check a timer. The dinner is prepared, and they eat.)
An Hour Later….
Brooke: Are you ready to start the cupcakes?
Army Boy: Sure! What can I do?
Brooke: (thinks a moment) You could put the liners in the muffin pans. Oh, and can you preheat the oven and grab me the scissors?
Army Boy: (walks over, sets the oven, comes back.) Ok?
Brooke: Hmmm. Did you forget the scissors?
Army Boy: Right!! (gets them, hands them to Brooke. Returns to standing there, staring.)
Brooke: Gee, those muffin tins sure look like they need cupcake wrappers in them.
Army Boy: DIRECTIONS ARE HARD. (Starts putting the cupcake papers in, color-coordinating them.)
Brooke: And you whine when I make you set the table because it’s too easy.
Army Boy: I hate you.
(Brooke reaches over and switches two cupcake wrappers to mess up his pattern. He sulks.)