This weekend, the husband and I made ourselves sandwiches for lunch. As I assembled my turkey pita pocket sandwich, there just may have been a jealous onlooker …
the husband: Somebody made me a sandwich like that one time!
the husband: It was really good.
me: Was it me?
the husband: Ohhhh, yeah, I think so.
me: <suppressed laugh> I see.
As he was already halfway through making his wonder bread concoction, I didn’t figure it made sense to make him a pita sandwich. But his child psychology worked, he got ‘somebody’ to make him turkey on pita (turkey in pita?) for dinner tonight. I’m a sucker for a compliment, what can I say.