Last weekend my mother gave us a bag of apples from the farmer's market. DH, apparently, thinks these apples are nectar from the gods. I like apples just fine, but I just haven't had an appetite for one. Here are the conversations so far:
DH: Did you have an apple?
Me: I just don't want one right now.
DH: They're really good apples.
Me: Okay. Maybe I'll have one later.
DH: Did you have an apple yet?
Me: No, I don't feel like having one.
DH: I don't understand why not. I thought you liked apples and these are reallllllllllly good.
Me: Why is it so important to you that I have an apple?
DH: Because they're so good and you should have one.
Me: I'll have one when I'm ready. Let it go.
DH: Did you have one of those apples yet?
Me: No. Why are you fixated on me having an apple?
DH: Because they're so good and you might complain if they're all gone.
Me: Seriously? If I choose not to have one it's okay if everyone else eats them.
DH: But they're so good, you're missing out.
I mean, really, it's an apple. They have more.