As I was cooking dinner last night, Paul said ‘That smells really good….what is it?”
Now these words don’t come out of his mouth very often. He’s not a foodie at all. He knows what he likes, and eats what he’s given.
“It’s the dogs dinner” I replied, admittedly with a note of pride in my voice.
His reply- “Dammit.” And I proceeded to make extra, just for him.