April: "I'm still sore from chainsawing."
Me: "I love my sore wife."
April: "Sore wife, sore life!"
I laugh at her joke. April, grinning: "I love when I can make you laugh."
Winston, whispering: "Sore wife sore life. Sore wife sore life. Sore wife sore life. Sore wife sore life."
Me, to Winston: "The joke is based on an adage, 'happy wife, happy life.' It's advice to husbands that if you prioritize making your wife happy, she'll make you happy too. It's kind of sexist, though, isn't it? Because both partners should try to make each other happy."
Winston is four years old and it's unclear how much of that monologue he understood, but he pauses for a moment, perhaps to absorb it.
Winston, whispering: "Sore wife sore life. Sore wife sore life. Sore wife sore life. Sore wife sore life."