Small Bowl, Small Spoon
Flicking back through this journal, I found this post, and couldn't quite believe it was over three years ago. So much, and so little, has changed in the time since then.
I wanted to write more in this space, and that entry has reminded me to post a similar, more recent story.
Each weekday morning, ruine_ gets up before me.. and while she's in the shower, or shortly afterwards, I make her breakfast. It's not much - just a bowl of cereal and maybe a cup of tea. She leaves for work before me, so that gives her a chance to wake up and unwind a bit with her laptop before she goes to work.
A good while ago, since she doesn't eat much cereal, I gave her the breakfast in a small white bowl that we normally use for eating chinese food. She liked that - I think perhaps it feels like more of a meal when the bowl is nearly full.
But the next time I did that, she didn't like it so much. I'd given her a teaspoon to eat her breakfast with. She moaned about it, and I just laughed and said "Small bowl.. small spoon". She moaned some more, and I said.. "If I make the breakfast, and it's in a small bowl.. you get a small spoon." More moaning, and I said.. "I bet I could get you to choose the small spoon for yourself. Remember the popcorn." Her response was "No way".
So, each morning, I'd make her breakfast, and bring it in a small white bowl, with a small white spoon. Each morning, she'd tell me to "fuck off", but eat it anyway. If she ever made breakfast, she pointedly ate from a small white bowl, with a normal-sized spoon.
Until recently. I was away four days on business, which is the longest time we've been apart since we've been together. When I came back, there was a small white bowl sitting on the draining board.. with a teaspoon in it.
I looked at it, looked at her.. She didn't even have to tell me that she'd eaten from a small bowl, with a small spoon, every morning I'd been away. She did tell me to fuck off when I reminded her that I'd said she would choose that for herself though :)
Now, she doesn't grumble about the small spoon - and she chooses one herself when she makes breakfast. It's become a ritual, a small thing that binds us closer together.
I wanted to write more in this space, and that entry has reminded me to post a similar, more recent story.
Each weekday morning, ruine_ gets up before me.. and while she's in the shower, or shortly afterwards, I make her breakfast. It's not much - just a bowl of cereal and maybe a cup of tea. She leaves for work before me, so that gives her a chance to wake up and unwind a bit with her laptop before she goes to work.
A good while ago, since she doesn't eat much cereal, I gave her the breakfast in a small white bowl that we normally use for eating chinese food. She liked that - I think perhaps it feels like more of a meal when the bowl is nearly full.
But the next time I did that, she didn't like it so much. I'd given her a teaspoon to eat her breakfast with. She moaned about it, and I just laughed and said "Small bowl.. small spoon". She moaned some more, and I said.. "If I make the breakfast, and it's in a small bowl.. you get a small spoon." More moaning, and I said.. "I bet I could get you to choose the small spoon for yourself. Remember the popcorn." Her response was "No way".
So, each morning, I'd make her breakfast, and bring it in a small white bowl, with a small white spoon. Each morning, she'd tell me to "fuck off", but eat it anyway. If she ever made breakfast, she pointedly ate from a small white bowl, with a normal-sized spoon.
Until recently. I was away four days on business, which is the longest time we've been apart since we've been together. When I came back, there was a small white bowl sitting on the draining board.. with a teaspoon in it.
I looked at it, looked at her.. She didn't even have to tell me that she'd eaten from a small bowl, with a small spoon, every morning I'd been away. She did tell me to fuck off when I reminded her that I'd said she would choose that for herself though :)
Now, she doesn't grumble about the small spoon - and she chooses one herself when she makes breakfast. It's become a ritual, a small thing that binds us closer together.