So DH was out this evening. I've got kiddos to bed, tidied up and finally collapsed on sofa with a bit of ice cream. He walks in, sits down, doesn't say anything but takes my spoon and helps himself out of my bowl. So I say have it and he tells me I'm being funny and I'm always like it. Lots going on right now but on a fundamental level...don't be a cheeky sod. Ask (I'll say yes). There's just no effing respect nowadays 