So as Chad and I are laying in bed last night, we somehow got to talking about how I hate messy food (particularly burgers) because of the fact that a) I don't like my hands getting all dirty, and b) I inevitably end up with food glopped on my clothes like some sort of infant spit up.
The following is the conversation that ensued
Chad: So maybe you need some sort of bib to wear when you eat.
Me: that would probably be a good idea
Chad: Okay, I'll get you one for Christmas
Me: I want the one that says "these idiots put my cape on backwards"
Chad: Like, one for a baby?
Me: Well kind of, but big size. And it has to have the little pocket that catches all the food as it falls down so it doesn't end up on my pants
Chad: That is disgusting. You are disgusting right now (as he rolls over)
Me: Are you embarassed of me right now?
Chad: Yes. And the worst part is that we are alone.
There you have it folks, Chad is embarassed at the thought of me wearing an adult bib with a food catcher on it.