Reason #121 that I love my husband:

We had a fresh-baked pan of brownies on the counter last night and I asked TubaDad to bring me a piece. He asked if I wanted a corner or an edge piece and I shot back "I don't want any edges at all!" And he laughed and brought me a brownie, which I happily inhaled. Later I glanced at the brownie pan on my way up to bed and realized he had painstakingly cut one perfect little square for me out of the very center of the pan. It's official, he is too good for me.