Don't Mess With Dessert

Rob Valentine and I were splitting a peanut butter bar for dessert last night. There was just a slight miscommunication involved in the whole thing.

It all went down like this.

Scenario#1

RV: "Do you want the rest of this?"

M: "No."

RV then proceeds to stab the remaining bite of peanut butter bar. I notice and get worried that he's going to eat the rest of the peanut butter bar.

M: "That's not one bite. That's not one bite. That's not one bite."

(I was repeating myself because it seemed like the more I said it, the more determined Rob Valentine was to eat the whole thing in one bite. And I rapidly saw my last bite of peanut butter bar disappearing.)

Scenario #2

RV: "Do you want any more of this?"

M: "No."

RV then begins to take the last bite of peanut butter bar, having discussed it thoroughly with me and getting the go ahead.

M: "That's not one bite. That's not one bite. That's not one bite."

(RV then wonders what is wrong with me. Why am I counseling him on how large a bite of peanut butter bar should be? And why would I have a problem with him taking the last bite of peanut butter bar that I have already told him I didn't want?)

I'm sure that the conversation must have happened exactly as Rob Valentine heard and said it; it seems more likely that I would mis-hear than that he just wouldn't know what he said. It is pretty amazing how two different conversations can happen at once though. At least the peanut butter bar wasn't the absolute best dessert ever, or I would have been sad at missing out on my last bite. As it was my milk/dessert ratio was a little off.