Tonight I divvied up leftovers for supper.
That is a rare occurrence at our house
Since the beef stew was so yummy the other night,
it just seemed a good plan to finish it off.
After making some cornbread,
and a salad to round it out.
I poured it into the bowls,
and wondered if it would be enough for the two of us.
I made sure that the portions were "even"
'cause Dear Heart always notices things like that!
Granny made a comment to me many years ago
as she watched me slice cake for my husband and I.
One piece was definitely bigger and better!
So sweetly she said, "Aww, Connie Jean, that's what I do.
I always give the best slice to your Grandad."
My face is red.
The big piece was for me.
Dear Heart eats
gobbles his food up quickly
(a habit from many years with the Fire Department).
I am a very slow eater so, of course,
he always finishes his first.
Can somebody please tell me why he thinks
that entitles him to what is left on my plate?
(It is also my job to save the bite that our dog Trudy is waiting for.)
Really. What is equal about that?