He made spaghetti (my fav way) he then comes in with one of our serving platters full of it. When I saw that, I got
up to
go in the kitchen and get plates. And on the counter was my sons plate of spaghetti and my DF's. I didn't clue in, grabbed them went back in the dining room and realized that platter, was mine! I laughed my butt off thinking it was a joke. Turned out, no joke intended. I asked him why the huge amount.