Mark has a delicate sense of smell
Last night, as I was nursing/rocking the baby before bed...
Me: Mark, honey, can you get me my water bottle? I think it's in my gym bag.
Mark: Sure, one sec.
(rummaging from the next room)
Me: What just happened?! (assuming water had just been spilled everywhere)
Mark: I opened your damn gym bag and got bowled over by the smell.
Me: What do you want from me? I'm a sweaty person.
He knew this when he married me. I have no sympathy.