I mean, it's a backlit keyboard, for Pete's sake.

After he ate a sandwich and chips for dinner, my husband moved toward my new MacBook. As he reached for it, I leaped into action.

"Wait!"

"What?"

"Did you wash your hands yet?"

[Beat.] "Are you serious?"

"Well ... yeah. I mean, you had Cheetos."

"My hands are fine, honey."

"Please. Just do it."

Whether or not he actually did it is not important. What's sad is that ... I don't even do that to him when he reaches for the baby anymore. [Sigh. With a head shake.]