Things my husband and I argue about:

- What time is Kate's swimming lesson? he says.
- Same time as every Saturday.
- Which time is that then?

I refuse to answer. He takes her more often then I do, and yet, he still hasn't managed to make a mental note of 11.00. I know I'm being childish, but why always rely on me, the safe bet?
- So, come on then. When is it?
- Well, what time did you drop her off last week?
- I can't remember. Well, I could. But I figure it's just quicker to ask you, 'cos I know you know.
- So what? You can't remember a simple swimming lesson but you expect me to?
- Well, I have to remember important things at work.

That's it.
What started as some bickering quickly turns in to a full blown argument.