I owe you.
I wish I could say that was a good thing. I wish I could say it meant he's giving me a hall pass or something special for being good. But that's not what it means.
When Steve says he owes me, it's not a good thing. It means I've landed myself in hot water. It means we don't have the privacy or the time to deal with that right now. It means that the first available opportunity we get, I'll be face-down across his lap with his hand or an implement raining down fire on my backside.
As luck would have it, he's working all weekend. When he works, he's in bed before our daughter is, which means we won't have the time or privacy unless he gives up sleep. So I'm stuck waiting until Monday when he's off work and she's at school.
He owes me.