This weekend, the husband and I made ourselves sandwiches for lunch.  As I assembled my turkey pita pocket sandwich, there just may have been a jealous onlooker …

the husband: Somebody made me a sandwich like that one time!

me: Oh?

the husband: It was really good.

me: Was it me?

the husband: Ohhhh, yeah, I think so.

me: <suppressed laugh> I see.

As he was already halfway through making  his wonder bread concoction, I didn’t figure it made sense to make him a pita sandwich.  But his child psychology worked, he got ‘somebody’ to make him turkey on pita (turkey in pita?) for dinner tonight.  I’m a sucker for a compliment, what can I say.  🙂