“You’re such a guy.” He looked up with a mouth full of food. “You have one glass and solo cups.”
“Yeah?”
I filled glasses with milk before smearing peanut butter on my waffle and heading to the table.
“Do you ever use your glass glass?”
“No. Never. It hurts my teeth.”
I couldn’t help but laugh. This manly man, who was a jack of all trades, couldn’t cook to save his life unless it involved putting a burger or a steak on the grill. Now he didn’t like drinking out of glass glasses because they hurt his teeth and he was like a kid in a candy store over some bacon and waffles. It was so damn cute.
They say you should never need someone, but he needs me, just like I need him.