Making dinner tonight, H comes into the kitchen and turns the lights out. No matter the hour of day, unless the lights are on in the kitchen you can't see a thing. With her usual impeccable timing, I was there holding something hot and not able to see where to put it down.
me: "Turn those lights back on right NOW! I HATE it when you do that!"
H (quietly): "We don't use 'hate'"
No. No we don't. But I really, really, really, really don't like it when she turns those damn lights out when I'm making dinner.