"Shin'ichi..."
The detective responded with his typical morning, 'I'm-reading-the-paper-but-go-on-because-I-know-you-won't-quit-bugging-me-until-you're-through' grunt that she had grown accustomed to in their twelve years of marriage.
"Well, I was thinking... Aya-chan's almost ten years old-"
He looked up sharply, "I already told you, I think it's too early for that talk."
She glared back at him, "As I was saying, Aya-chan's almost ten... you're about forty..."
She paused, he stared at her blankly over his newspaper.
"Shin'ichi, isn't it about time you grew a mustache?"