It was late and Steve was starving. I had already made dinner and did not want to make anything else so he was on his own. He eventually decided on waffles. He asked if I wanted any and I said yes. His only request was that I stay in the kitchen and keep him company. I sorted through paper piles until he handed me the late night breakfast.
Ummmm...where's the waffles?
I started laughing. He started laughing. And then I snapped a picture. I ate the crumbs he offered me so as not to be rude, but I giggled the whole time. This was the conversation:
Me: Thanks for the waffles, Babe.
Steve: I should be thanking you.
Me: For what?
Steve: For eating them.
And then we burst out laughing again. What horrible waffles! We both blame the waffle mix.
Ummmm...where's the waffles?
I started laughing. He started laughing. And then I snapped a picture. I ate the crumbs he offered me so as not to be rude, but I giggled the whole time. This was the conversation:
Me: Thanks for the waffles, Babe.
Steve: I should be thanking you.
Me: For what?
Steve: For eating them.
And then we burst out laughing again. What horrible waffles! We both blame the waffle mix.
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