The Way It's Done

"Now that's a really good sandwich" I say to my husband, gesturing at his panini solito-mozzarella, plum tomatoes and San Daniele ham.

Minutes later he pops the last of it in his mouth.

"Didn't even as me if I wanted te last mouthful, AFTER I said the sandwich was SO good" I say, slowly.

He gives me the deer in the headlights look, the one I always get when HE finishes something and I comment on it. The 'maybe-you-just-don't-feed-me-enough' look.

I take another sip of my bean and sausage soup, then reach over and give him the last mouthful.

"THAT, is how it's done".