Why I like my wife: The other day, while mowing the lawn, the wife was out and picking various items - rocks, branches, toys, whatever, up from the lawn for me. As she clearly was finishing (and in the way), I chased her with the lawn mower teasingly. This lasted a couple of times; until she became complacent. The last time, I chased her all over the yard leaving loops and whorls in my wonderful pattern.
Her response? Oh, that was to laugh, come inside, then dump water on my head from the deck.
Still not sure who got the best of who on this deal, but I have to say, no matter what happens in our household, we have fun almost every day. So, why do I like my wife? Because she allows me to have fun, has fun back, and we truly enjoy torturing each other and the children. In the end, we laugh until we cry and then do it all again. What could possibly be better than that?