This morning my husband opened the silverware drawer and asked, "Where are all the spoons?"
"I forgot to start the dishwasher last night," was my reply. "Just get one out of the dishwasher and wash it by hand."
A few minutes later I was shocked to notice my husband eating his oatmeal with a FORK. Oatmeal with a fork!
And no, it's not because he was too lazy to wash it. Nope. It's just because my husband is strange.
I have long known of my husband's issues regarding the things and people that touch his food. He will not take a bite of something if I already have and don't even think about asking him to share something with one of the kids. That sends literal shivers down his spine.
If we go to a get together where food is being served buffet style, he will only eat food that I have made or that my mom has made. Although I think he is slowly but surely starting to come around on that one now that he has gotten to know the rest of my extended family over that last fifteen years!
So, no, it's not laziness that forced my husband to use a fork to eat oatmeal. He's just weird!