Why my wife rules.

So the family went out to lunch today at a local restaurant. My wife let me know beforehand that I was off "baby duty" for today and she would take care of things. We were sitting at the table and Madame was having a post-bottle fuss, so my wife was trying to console her. Sitting across the table I couldn't help but give a couple of suggestions for things she might try (I've built up some experience by now, right?), to which she turned to me and said, "Hey, who's the dad today?"