One day I was in the bedroom when I heard Brad say, "Suzanne, will you come here a minute."
Well, he rarely uses my name, so I knew something was up. He asked how the cabinet door handle got bent about 45-degrees. (We have an island kitchen, and this was the cabinet under the sink opposite the oven.)
I casually replied, "Oh, one time I was putting in the kitchen slide and it wouldn't go in all the way. I looked, and the door was still in the open position, taking all the weight of the slide being pushed in."
He just stared at me, with a somewhat dumb-founded look on his face. I told him it happened a few moves ago, so no big deal.