My husband just fixed a late-night snack of leftover spaghetti. While it was nuking he stuck his utensil into the pocket of his T shirt. As he was leaving he said, “Oh. I forgot the…” And just trailed off as old people are wont to do.
I said, “Your fork? It’s in your pocket.”
He said, “No, that’s a spoon.”
And I said, “Oh? You swirl it?”
And he said, “Yeah.”
In seventy-eleben years of marriage I’d never noticed that he uses a spoon to eat spaghetti. That’s because I try not to look at him when he eats spaghetti.
What does your SO do that you realize you should have known all along?