Setting: I've just gone in the kitchen and picked up a Boston Creme doughnut. The chocolate on top was melty and my thumb sank in it. My fiancé came up and hugged me from behind.
Me: I need to get a plate. My chocolate is melty.
Him: Look to your left. You can use the plate I just got done with.
Me: No, there's chocolate on that plate. I don't want chocolate on the bottom of my doughnut.
He lets me go, I get a plate and set my doughnut on it. When I turn around, he steps back from the doughnut box.
Him: Take your pick.
Me: I already have one.
He picks one and then looks at my plate.
Him: You freak! God forbid you get chocolate on your chocolate covered donut!
Me: There's only chocolate on top. Not the bottom.
I show him.
Him: That's still weird! Does it matter where the peanut butter and jelly are on your sandwiches too? Does the peanut butter need to be on the bottom?
Me: No. That's just weird.