Arguments. 

Arguments.

Arguments concerning the fluffing of the cushions.
So I tell him to tidy the sofa, because it's included in the morning ritual of turning on the dishwasher, taking out the garbage and clean the livingroom table and today it was his turn to do this. I have to watch him with the sofa because he does it all wrong, so I have to tell him step by step how it is properly done.
He then complains about this, tells me to look away, in the anticipation that when I look back he will magically have done it right, but I know that he must have done it wrong anyway.
But when I look at the sofa, it's perfect. I laugh at my own sillyness and his effort to please it.