He puts the can of Pringles on the counter, telling me to help myself if I want. I don't particularly want, but I am curious to see him bring home Pringles from work. "Why are you looking at me like that?" he asks.

"I've just never seen you eat Pringles before." It's been about four years, you'd think it would have come up by now.

"No," he replies. "That's because I love Pringles." He is quick to remind me that he's never seen me consume a Cheeto, even though the crunchy ones were a childhood favorite. If you can't have just one, then I guess you really shouldn't have any.