Last night, after we tucked in the girls, read them a story, kissed their sweet little cheeks and threatened them with their life if they got out of their beds ... Big Daddy and I were getting ready to settle in for a movie. I strolled to the kitchen and pulled out the ice cream and offered to dish some out for the birthday boy since I was getting myself a bowl.
Big Daddy declined and I proceeded to get my dinner, I mean, little treat. Snuggled into my chair, computer on my lap, ice cream on the side table next to me ... hubby sits down on the couch ... with ice cream.
Me: I asked if you wanted me to get you some ice cream.
Him: I didn't want a whole bowl.

Oh ... okay!