Haha! Now I perceive my former manboobs as pert and my former beer belly as our love child. Kiss kiss. Now stop with your silly magic play and come and put that shelf up like I’ve been asking for the last five weeks. Then we’ll go to the garden centre and you can help me get those planters and pick out some pretty flowers for the path in the back, which you promised you would pressure wash this weekend after you mow the lawn, remember?