At the present my wife is large enough that walking around a store is very uncomfortable for her. And so when we go shopping, we usually get a wheelchair for her. It saves her the hassle of walking, and I can roll her around a lot faster than she can waddle on her own anyways.
A little while ago we were in IKEA picking out some furniture for the new nursery. Since we had to get to the second floor we wound up taking the elevator.
Once the doors opened, I pushed my wife’s chair inside, straight into the back corner.
Wife: I’m in the corner.
Me: I know.
Wife: Why am I in the corner?
Me: Because Patrick Swayze’s dead baby. ANd there is no one to stop me from putting you there.
About this time I noticed that the elderly couple that got on the elevator with me was giving me a horrified look.
Me: What? Too soon for a Swayze joke?