Husband thinks I have a fancy man

I washed some trousers and put them on the bed for Husband to put away. He looked at them and said, 'These aren't mine.'
'Yes, they are.'
'No, they're not.'
'They must be; they're your size.'
'They're not mine.'
'Well, they wouldn't fit the sons.'
'Well, they're not mine ... so you must have a fancy man.'
I looked at him. 'Let me tell you this: if I had a fancy man the last thing I'd be doing would be washing his trousers!'