Mine, thin as a rake, has a cabinetful of sweets, which he likes to eat during the obligatory tv session every evening.
Husband: would you like a piece of chocolate?
Me (already having eaten my after dinner treat of a fruit): No, thank you.
Husband sighs audibly. Puts a martyred look on his face, does not stand up to get his sweets.
Me: you get one. Don't mind me. I am fine.
Husband, unconvincingly: no, I am all right. His face tells another story.
Me: ok, then, just a tiny bit.
Husband goes through to kitchen, brings big bar of chocolate, hands me half. Now, I am weak, what happens? Yes, you guessed it. I eat it.
Anyone recognize the situation?