He knows me so well.

The other day Slice came home from a tournament in Preston, Idaho, a bit earlier than I expected.  Liam was almost as excited to see him as I was.  Then he said, "I brought you back some presents."
"Ooh, really?"  I started thinking of the possibilities.  Clothes? Jewelry? 
"Yep.  Look on the table first."
It was a giant cinnamon roll.  Like, bigger than my head.  "Now look out the back door."
A box of Brigham City peaches.
(Guess I shouldn't have told him now my mom used to bribe me to babysit - with ravioli or shells & cheese.)

Two, coming back from the Park City Outlets:
"...So I was telling one of the other coaches, 'If I don't go shopping with her, she won't buy anything,' and he was like, 'Dude. Do you know how lucky you are?!' And I said, 'Yeah, but I want her to have nice things!  If you want a purse, buy a purse!  Don't make do or just buy what's on sale --'"
"You want me to have nice things - ?"
"Yes!" (Exasperated.) "What? What's so funny?"
"You are, dear.  And you're exactly right.  I only buy stuff because you want me to."
"I KNOW." 


Tay said...

I am the same way. If Brian brings me back food from a business trip, I am a happy camper. And I always clear my more excessive purchases through him before I buy it. Including clothes for me. And shoes. And purses. Ahem.

Bonnie said...

I like you guys.

Ashley Jensen said...

Hey Rachel! First of all, your baby is adorable! And second, I can totally relate to your second point. Most of the time I just buy things because my husband wants me to have nice things too. Don't you love being spoiled sometimes? ;)

Jean said...

Thanks! And yes, I do love being spoiled. I feel much less guilty about having new (not-really-needed) things if they are gifts from my husband!