Grilled Cheese Robbery

I made one of my favorite dishes tonight--roasted red pepper and tomato soup. I told David what we were having and he kind of groaned because he hadn't eaten all day and although healthy, it isn't very filling. So I told him to watch the soup and make sure it didn't boil over, and I went down the road to buy bread (I was going to make grilled cheese JUST FOR HIM) so he didn't have to go back out. I get back, make his first, and then make my sandwich.

Pause the story, I am going to explain how I eat. I always save my favorite item on the plate for last. Always. It isn't that the other items are bad, but I always have a favorite and I always eat it last.

Resuming story, I was devouring the soup. I had half a sandwich left when David turns to me and says "I'll trade you half a sandwich for my half a bowl of soup" and I reply with a stare. "if you love me you'd trade me" he says. FLABBER. GASTED.

So yeah, after all I did for him, he asks me to give him the item I am VERY CLEARLY saving. But, I thought about it, and decided to give him the sandwich so I can post on the Internet how much I really do love him.

I even gave you my grilled cheese. You're welcome.