Scout's Honour

So Michael was running a bit late this morning and asked me if I would mind making his lunch. Sure no problem. Since we've been married for a hundred ten years and he knows me pretty well by this point, he yells from the bathroom, "Don't make me a star sandwich." See he's good, because I was totally planning on cutting a star out of the center of his sandwich just like I do for Abby.

"I won't."

"No seriously, don't make me a star sandwich."

"I said I wouldn't. I will not make you a star sandwich, I promise."

So I was a good wife. No star sandwiches, but he didn't say anything about heart sandwiches.