One of my favorite things in the world is sneaking the oyster of the chicken into his mouth without him realizing. When he knows what I’m up to he refuses, insisting I be the one to feast on the delicacy.
It’s now become a fun little challenge. I’ll throw him off by sharing a bite from the leg, or just pop it in his mouth before he has a chance to protest.
But it’s not the challenge that pleases me, it’s the look of grudging enjoyment on his face as he receives my gift and is reminded that I live to do for him.
