Our daughter is of the misconception that I can fix anything. Whenever anything is broken, she says to my wife:
Don’t worry, daddy can fix it!
This came out in an unexpected way the other day when the two of them were out looking at garage sales. The hostess of one of the sales commented that her cell phone wasn’t working any more. Our daughter offered helpfully:
You should have your husband fix it.
The hostess replied in a stern but somewhat embarrassed tone:
Our daughter replied with a frown:
Oh, I’m sorry.