Adam helps his grammy

We're sitting in the living room. May asks me what I do for a living. I say I write speeches. "Oh," she says, "my husband wrote speeches." Adam, who was busy writing out a math problem (Adam has 10 pencils. He found 10 more on the playground. How many pencils does Adam have?) suddenly looks up and says, "He IS your husband!" May stares at him in disbelief. He's right, I say, I am your husband.