I came home and noticed there was a box outside the front door. I was pretty sure it couldn't have been anything for me, so I left it for my husband.
My husband came home, saw the box, brought it inside, and began to open it with much joy. "Hmm" I thought, "what's in the box?" I also thought, "maybe he got me a present?"
So he opened the box and pulled out another box. I tried to look busy and not pay too much attention so that I could be fully surprised in case there might be a present in there for me.
Just as I was expecting to hear a big "Surprise!!!" he took the inner box and went upstairs. I followed. I watched him take the contents of the inner box out and realized that it was a toothbrush. An electric toothbrush.
We each have our own electric toothbrush, same brand, same everything. We don't have the fanciest of toothbrushes, but they get the job done better than the ones that are even less fancy.
Well, my husband had decided that it was time to replace his toothbrush and so had ordered himself a new one. A new one to replace the old one. No big deal. That is until I noticed that he had upgraded to a much nicer, much fancier toothbrush. The kind that made mine look so last-decade, at least.
Super excited about his new present, he unwrapped all the contents, and threw the old toothbrush into the garbage with pride.
"What's going on?" I asked.
"Oh, just got myself a new toothbrush," he answered.
My immediate reaction was: "Where is my new toothbrush?" But I decided to let this one go. It was just a toothbrush. Whatever. I really did try to not let his new toothbrush have any power over me.