On the rare occasions he steps in to teach Sunday School for me, my husband always shows me up.
After a Sunday School class in which, with little-to-no preparation, Steve managed to incorporate a simple biblical theology ("Jesus is better than Moses") into the story of Jesus feeding the 5000, and entertained the kids with riotous games which they clearly preferred to my quiet crafts, eight-year-old Thomas bounced in the door and declared, "That was the best Sunday School class ever!"
Then, sensitive to my feelings as always, he stopped and added, "Daddy is the best in Sunday School, but you are the best in love, Mummy."
And then, in case I needed a little extra reassurance, "I love you and blankie best! I do, Mummy, I do!"
Well, that's a relief.