Heard crunching. Walked into the kitchen. The love of my life was monching down on the last of a bag of dehydrated apple slices.
(I love dehydrated apple slices. It is known.)
Me: “Whatcha eatin’?”
Him: //chomps faster// “they’re gone! All gone!” //opens mouth to show me the mostly gone apple slices//
Me: “Not all of them!” //I reach into my darling husband’s mouth and grab a piece, pop it into my own.//
Him: “it’s a sign of how much I love you that you have all of your fingers right now.”
And…. scene.
