As I was getting ready to make lunch, I called to John--who was out in the garden--and asked if he wanted me to make a ham sandwich for him. To my surprise, he said, "No, I'll make my own." I thought that was odd, and wondered what was so wrong with my sandwiches that suddenly he didn't want me making them for him anymore. I tried to think of what else we had in the house to eat that he might want more than a sandwich. (There wasn't much--it's grocery day.) I couldn't come up with anything, so I shrugged it off and starting making some tuna for myself.
When John came in, I asked what was so bad that he no longer wanted me to make sandwiches for him. He said, "Cause you were only going to make a half-sandwich for me!" I stared at him, puzzled, and then burst out laughing as I told him, "I said ham sandwich--not half sandwich!!" He just looked at me, equally puzzled for a moment, and then started laughing, too. He thought I was going to make a sandwich for myself, and was just offering him half of mine--which wouldn't have been nearly enough lunch for him. That's why he said he'd fix his own lunch. We had a good laugh at how each of us couldn't figure out why the other would behave so oddly, and then I fixed a WHOLE tuna sandwich for him and we ate lunch together.















