#mr. maple

[maple-seed]

From the other side of the room my husband silently mouths some words to me. I don't quite catch it and ask him to repeat. He does, and I still struggle. He keeps repeating, slower, now making hand motions that say "I love you", but his lips don't match this.

Two minutes of this and finally I decipher his silent message: "olive oil"

No, there was no purpose.

Twenty minutes after this he hides in the pantry in order to jumpscare me.

[maple-seed]

I broke my arm and my mother-in-law made us some food and delivered it in the pot she cooked it in. I knew she'd want the pot back and I didn't want it to get mixed in with our cookware, so once it was clean I put it on a table in the livingroom near the front door. I figured this would help us remember to return it and it would be so out of place my husband would recognize that it was put there deliberately, even if he didn't realize that it wasn't our pot.

The next morning, while I slept, my husband came across the pot in the livingroom and said to himself "Oh no, my poor wife has developed some sort of broken arm dementia and has tried put away this pot in the wrong room entirely! I'll just go put it in its proper place in the kitchen. No need to mention this, it would only upset her clearly addled mind." And then put it away in one of our cabinets lol.