We have a rare free night tonight and C suggested that we do something fun. I, on the other hand, wanted to stay home.
Me: Thanks, sweetie, for being a good sport about me not wanting to do anything tonight.
C: No problem; I understand you wanting to stay home.
Me: But I'm afraid that if the tables were turned--if you wanted to stay home when I wanted to go out--I would probably pout and roll my eyes.
C: (eyes twinkling) That's okay; I've had a lot more practice being mature than you have.