The finer points of eating like a girl.

I'm a sucker for cookie dough.
Our neighbor's son came by our house a few weeks ago selling cookie dough to raise money for... wait stop. You had me at "cookie dough". Hand me the order form.
The cookie dough arrived yesterday. The kids were nestled all snug in there beds, and the man and I were snuggled on the couch watching... something. It was a guy show. I made my way into the kitchen, and came back with a bucket of cookie dough and a spoon. As I curled up in to the couch next to the man again he burst out laughing.
"What?" I asked.
"What are you, a girl?"
Well come on now. Duh. "As a matter of fact, I AM..."
"I mean, like a high school girl. You come out here with cookie dough and a spoon? And that's it? You're just going to eat it?"
He kept laughing at me. I just sat back and ate my cookie dough. I kid you not, it wasn't but three minutes later that he disappeared into the kitchen and came back with... a spoon.
"What are you, a girl?" I ask.
He laughs, "I knew you would have something to say about this. But you're sitting there eating it and I can SMELL it."
He digs in.
"See? Girls know how to do it. I bet you don't even feel like crying anymore."
At this we both burst out laughing.
The finer points of teaching my man to eat like a girl. On the couch with a bucket of cookie dough, spoons, watching a... well, NOT a chick flick. We'll keep working on it.