So in our house, when it comes to cooking, I'm usually in charge of dinner (unless I'm not feeling well and then D is gracious enough to step in and take over). D wakes up early every morning to work out before school so after his workout, he usually makes breakfast for both of us so I can get a few extra minutes of sleep.
This morning, D was up making breakfast when I stumbled out of bed (I am not a morning person by any definition). He was also loading the dishwasher with the dishes in the sink. It was pretty full because yesterday was my day with my nephew so I didn't get home in time to do the dishes and make dinner. So, evidently, we didn't have any clean forks. This is the conversation that followed.
D: We don't have any clean forks. How would you feel about eating your eggs with a spoon?
Me (laying on the couch, still waking up): I can't eat eggs with a spoon. The spoon changes the flavor of the eggs.
D (sighing): Ok, I'll wash a fork for you.
D started talking about something else.
When he brought me my eggs with a fork, he smiled and said: Spoons don't change the flavor of the food you're eating.
I just looked up at him and smiled mischievously as I took the plate.
I love him so much!