The "un" money fight?

I waited it out at work, I was dreading coming home to the wrath of baby daddy. I had been naughty and I knew it. I come home and I'm scurred. I walk in and wait for a grunt... some sort of sign as to what I would be dealing with. In a peppy voice "What's wrong with you?"
I wondered if it was some sort of trick.... that's the type of shit I do. Suck 'em in and then attack. I said "uhhhhhh we're not fighting" he laughed and returned to cooking dinner. OK where is my baby daddy? THIS is NOT my baby daddy. I come back down stairs.. wait for it.. wait for it... Mr. Happy pants asks about my day.
SERIOUSLY WTF?
He serves me dinner
He acts like all is normal. No arguments... nothing

He's so fucking up to something. He's done something REALLY BAD or he's thinking about it. Stay tuned!