[Monologue] My Husband's Ecology ①

I read an article about someone I follow who intentionally hands their husband the wrong thing when he says 'pass me that' as a way of engaging in a little battle of wits, and it made me laugh, thinking, 'So other husbands are like that too.'

The table we eat at is quite large because we still use the one from when we had the most people living here (there were times when seven of us ate together). Though I call it a table, it's actually a kotatsu.
Sometimes I can't reach things placed at the far end while sitting at the kotatsu.
When that happens, my husband points.
In silence.
He's not being arrogant or anything; usually, he's an anime-loving, talkative (from my perspective) cute person.
Even if he does have a scary face.
But for some reason, he only points in silence when he wants me to get something on the kotatsu.
Why?
He doesn't do that at any other time.
When we were first married, I would try my best to guess, 'Is it this? Is it that?' and would hand it to him while saying things like,

'This one?'

But as we had children and so on, it gradually became a hassle.
One time, I asked him,

'Most of the things on the table are in the direction you're pointing, so what is it? Which one?'

Then he said,
'Hmm, that one, that one, uh, the soy sauce.'

Is he a senile old man?!

My husband is the eldest son and heir to a farming family, and it seems he was raised very, very carefully by his grandparents since he was a child.
I heard that when his mother scolded him, his grandmother would get angry at his mother, saying, 'Don't scold him so much.'
So, he grew up into an adult with the habit of his grandparents anticipating his needs and getting things for him.
He thinks someone will always get what he wants for him.
Give me a break!
But if that's what he's used to, it can't be helped.
From then on, when my husband points, instead of asking 'Which one?', I ask,
'What?'

Husband points.
'What?'
'That.'
'What?'
'Pass me that.'
'What?'
'Hmm, the sauce.'
'Here you go.'

A conversation like that is repeated every time.

'Pass me the sauce.'
'Here you go.'

That would be enough, normally.
I don't mind getting things for him at all.
Well, I'm also enjoying it a little as a way to prevent senility and as a form of conversation between husband and wife, so let's call it good.

There are a few more of these mysterious ecologies of my husband, so I'd like to post about them again sometime.
I'm sure my husband has no idea he's being talked about in a place like this.

May there be much happiness upon you all.
Teru Mitsukawa