When Mr. Babe and I were first married (I apologize in advance if I have shared this story), he and I had a fight while I was cooking dinner. I had set the table and put out the food, saying (OK, yelling), Here's your dinner! As I said that, I slammed down a new bottle of soda on the table. It promptly exploded up and outwards, all over the table, the walls, and even I think the ceiling. Mr. Babe just looked at me and said, Now clean it up, you spoiled guinea brat! The two of us got hysterical laughing, and the argument quickly ended.