We wanted churros.
SH: Hey! You farted!
SH: That's not sexy. It's not ladylike.
Me: I'm not a statue, you know.
SH: You're not supposed to fart in front of me.
Pero there were no churros at Mr Churros.
Me: But it's OK when you fart in front of me?
SH: That's different. That's what men do.
Me: I thought you rejected the farting, burping, coarse model of masculinity. I thought you were more refined.
SH: Not when it serves my purposes.