DH: I think we need to decommission the babygrow DC is wearing. It's too tight around the legs.
Me: you shouldn't have put it on her if you felt it was that tight
DH: you could have taken it off her too
Me: I didn't put it on her
DH: it was tight on the legs, you could see there was no give
Me now feeling irritable: if I had seen it I would have taken it off, I wasn't paying attention. I guess this is how we learn as parents. Next time you feel like it's too tight, just don't put it on her, you don't need to tell me.
DH: you didn't need to give me all that commentary, you could have just said 'fine'
Me: Fine.
Perhaps it's immature of me, and I need to learn how to deal with my irritation better. But I haven't spoken to DH since and he's now downstairs building some flat pack furniture. He asked if I was annoyed I said no and that I was going to bed. DH is the King of avoidance so not a chance he will ask again. And I shall sit here and stew and think about how much of a knobby comment he made.