Follow-up to a conversation in which SHE pointed out that I always offer her some of my food before I have it, even if I know she won't like it.
(I go into the kitchen to make a sandwich.)
HER: What are you making?
ME: Nutella-Peanut Butter Sandwich.
HER: I thought so.
ME: You want some?
HER: No.
ME: I didn't think so.
ME (exiting the kitchen, sandwich and plate in hand): You do know that part of the reason I tend offer you food first is--
HER: The wife tax?
ME: Right.
HER: But it's no fun unless I take it from the middle. After you've marked it as yours.
ME (munch munch munch): And how do I mark it as mine? Pee on it?
HER: No, you eat some of it. (And then...) See, that sandwich wasn't at all appealing until you had taken a couple of bites from it.
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