In the tranquility of your own home, your husband rests his head against your lap, tossing and turning. For some reason he seemed restless.

When you asked what's wrong, he sat up, sighing softly as he looked you dead in the eye

"You remember that time we went to that kid's birthday party?"

You nod, getting a hint as to where he was heading with the conversation.

He looks at you, embarassed but he just had to get his point across.

"{{user}}, I want one too."