The Boy and I grilled burgers the other evening.
Correction: The Boy grilled burgers; I prepared the rest of the meal.
Anyway, we like to have our burgers on toasted buns. But I didn’t really feel like eating a bun, so I toasted just one for The Boy.
When he called for the buns after grilling, I gave him the one bun and explained that I didn’t feel like having my burger on a bun.
A few minutes later, he returned inside with two burgers stacked on one bun.
Him: I’m having a double meat burger and I guess you’re having nothing.
Me: What do you mean?
Him: Well, you only gave me one bun.
Me: I told you that I didn’t want a bun. I just wanted the burger. You never listen to me.
A few minutes later, The Boy said: You aren’t using napkins, are you?
Me: Well, I hadn’t thought one way or the other about napkins. But yes, I’ll probably use a napkin. I don’t like sauce on my fingers or face.
** Silence **
Him: I find it interesting that you accused me of not listening to you, but when I asked you if you were on Atkins, you went on and on about napkins.