XH insisted on carving the turkey one year. I asked him why, when he'd never carved any of the joints we'd had over the years. He said it was because his dad had always done it so he thought he should too, as the Man Of The House.
I thought ok, he can be getting on with that while I do literally everything else. After he'd finished asking where the electric carving knife was (never owned one), was the carving knife sharp enough (yes, I sharpened it myself), should he use a dinner fork to hold the bird (no, use the carving fork, over there, no not there, look it's right there, the big fork-looking thing, yes that's it) he slowwwlllly started carving, in exactly the manner you'd imagine a person who's never carved a turkey in his life would do. I had everything out and in serving dishes before he'd carved enough meat for even half the people we had there.
The following year was the one I detailed him to ensure his sister didn't keep coming in the kitchen to ask if I needed help.