So the other night my husband and I were each reading our current book while eating dinner, when suddenly he looked up at me and said, quite deliberately, “Exodus 22:18”.
So I looked up from my book and waited for him to continue, thinking that maybe he had some kind of question or comment he wanted to share with me. But no. Instead he just sat there, looking at me expectantly until I said, “I hope you don’t expect me to know that verse from memory.”
“Well, yeah,” he said, not understanding what the problem was.
When all I did was stare at him incredulously he went on.
“There are certain things I expect of you,” he said. ” I expect you to know what any and every Spanish word means. And I expect you to be able to instantly hear and translate any part of a song or conversation we hear that’s in Spanish. And I expect you to know about religious things.”
“You mean you expect me to have the entire Bible memorized,” I said, trying to clarify what I’d heard.
“Well, yeah,” he replied, grinning. And then when I made noises of “yeah, what-EVER!”, he said, “just like you expect me to be able to solve every technical problem and fix everything around the house.”
“Yeah, but you can actually DO those things,” I protested.
“Well, you can do this stuff,” he said.
I snorted, and we both went back to our reading.
He finished eating first, and after he put his dishes in the sink he started walking to his office, but caught himself and then turned back for a final word in my direction.
“Oh,” he said, “AND I expect you to know everything about entertainment and celebrities.”
“Well why didn’t you say so in the first place?” I asked, throwing my hands in the air in exasperation. “THAT I can do.”