In the early years of our marriage, when it was just he and I, The Mister and I would sometimes have hor's devours night. This consisted of buying several frozen snacks and baking them in rounds in the oven while we enjoyed a favorite movie or program on television. I would bake things in shifts so that we had warm treats throughout the evening.
One fateful night, I handed The Mister my plate so that I could go answer the oven timer and pull out our next round of snacks. After doing so, I returned to the living room to find The Mister holding my empty plate. Thus was born one of our long-standing inside jokes in which I looked at him, stunned, and uttered: " You ATE my dinner?" I will never forget his sheepish response: "I thought you were giving it to me..."
Since that time, The Mister has been cautious to double check any time he is handed a meal or partial meal of mine to ensure we don't have a repeat of that event. And we never have. Until...
Just the other night I was lying on the couch. I had nodded off, which in our house is a code which gives The Mister the go-ahead to play violent video games. So he was playing said games when I awakened. As I stirred, The Mister paused his game and crossed the room to where I was on the couch. He then proceeded to pick up what was left of my Diet Coke and drink the rest.
I looked at him. Calmly, I said: "It didn't occur to you that I might want the rest of my drink?"
He was genuinely shocked. "I'm so sorry, honey! I thought it was mine. I had no idea!"
I couldn't help but laugh. He did have a partial drink sitting by his chair. "So help me understand," I said, "you didn't realize that it was my drink even though it was sitting across the room from you right next to me in a cup that was clearly labeled 'mom'. Is that what you're saying?"
I'm beginning to think he realizes more than he lets on.