Noodles

 Austin and I, while eating out. The waitress asked if the to-go box would be big enough. She brought a tiny box. 

Me: I don’t think so.

Austin: Yeah, that’ll work.

Me, to the waitress: We’ll try it. If it doesn’t fit, he’ll eat what’s left.

By some miracle, this huge pile of udon noodles and peanut butter sauce fit in this tiny box.

Me: You were right. Better add that to your list of reminders so you can enjoy the anniversary, like you do when you were right about the lentils.

Austin: Nah, I’m going to bronze the box. Then I’m going shellac the layers.

Me: We’re not wasting my leftover noodles so you can rub it in my face that you were right. 

Austin: You can eat the noodles, but I’m still bronzing the container and storing it in my closet so I can bring it out any time we have an argument and prove I was right.

Me: This is the second time in 17 years. I’ll let you have it.