|These should last a week.|
It's a running joke that his idea of a balanced diet is making sure he has French fries across from the cheeseburger on his plate.
Recently, we were relaxing on the couch watching a couple hours of TV before heading off to bed. After eating one chocolate ice cream bar, he got up, walked to the freezer and pulled out another one.
Moving my glasses slightly down my nose and glaring at him from above them, I asked, using my nagging wife voice, "Going for no. 2, huh?"
"Nope," he said. "I'm calling this my middle one."
We both busted out laughing, having to pause whatever show we were watching because we were nearly on the floor.
The irony will be, of course, that he'll probably outlive me. At least there are precious moments like these to cherish along the way.