Forked up

I walked into the kitchen and found my husband with his hand reaching out to open the silverware drawer.  He spotted me, stopped what he was doing and asked, "Do we have forks?"

This is a prime example of what I call "Baby Bird Syndrome."  A perfectly capable man turns into a toddler when a woman is around.

"No," I replied.  "We do not."

He rolled his eyes.  "You know what I mean."

"No, I'm sorry.  We do not have forks.  Never did.  Never will."  I said as I continued through to the family room.

He grabbed the handle, selected a fork and shut the drawer in a huff.