Have I mentioned how much I love Husband? It's a lot. I love how much we laugh together.
Yesterday he came home from seminary and said, "I have a prize for you!" He had four chocolate chip cookies that one of his seminary students had given him. Boy howdy! They were delicious, too! I ate the first one and then the second one and then the third one. I was in heaven
Let me just explain to you what my brain was thinking:
I am so glad Husband does not like chocolate or chocolate chip cookies. I am so grateful for that sweet seminary student who did not know this. These cookies are so stinkin' good. I think I will eat another one.
And so I grabbed the fourth cookie. I took a big bite and then said to Husband, "You didn't want any, right?" Why would he? He doesn't like chocolate chip cookies. Still, I thought I would be considerate and ask...
Yes you want a cookie?
Wait! I wasn't ready to be done! And so I took another bite of the cookie and handed him the half that remained. [This is where he called me a brat.] He took that half of a chocolate cookie which he wasn't supposed to want and went to the kitchen and poured a glass of milk, which I took a drink of. [This is where he called me a brat...again.] And we both laughed.