Sometimes my own husband is STOOOOPID

Me. Him. Got it?

What do you want for dinner?
I don't know. What are you planning on making?
Well, I was planning on making some pork chops and baked potatoes.
Eh-
Eh? "Eh" what?
I don't really feel like eating potatoes.
Well, what do you feel like eating, then?
What else is there?
Nothing, That's why I'm making pork chops and potatoes.
Then why would you ask me what I want to eat?
Just to see if you would have said pork chops and potatoes, then I would have felt like a good wife making you what you wanted for dinner...
*The phone rings. It's his sister, he talks to her for a few minutes. Hangs up...*
You don't have to cook.
Why not?
Selfless is bringing food, she was at Wendy's and bought us all food because she was on her way here to visit Selfish anyway.
Good. I don't have to cook, then.
*Selfless arrives, gives us our food and goes upstairs to visit with Selfish. Little Man eats his nuggets, Daddy and I both eat chicken sandwiches. And french fries. I hold up a fry, and look at my husband...*
Dude, what are you eating?
Food.
What are you eating, what's in your hand right now?
A fry. Why?
What are french fries made out of? A smirk on my face...
Potatoes.
I thought you didn't want to eat potatoes tonight?
Shut up.