I just finished eating dinner about a half hour ago and turned to Justin and said, "Ooooh, I want a doughnut right now. That sounds sooo good, doesn't it?"
So what does the man do?
Gets up from the table, heads toward the shoe rack, and states, "I am going to go get you a doughnut."
Best. husband. EVER.
This whole readily-willing-to-get-up-to-fetch-me-the-foods-of-my-hankerings thing makes for at least one good thing to look forward to one day when I have a little bun in the oven...
Update: He brought home EIGHT of 'em so we "can have a nice breakfast tomorrow."