To continue the saga of the gum incident

Because Lunch Breaks are too short.

So anyway there we were sitting in the pew during the ceremony, and I decided upon a stick of gum. Operating upon the possibly fallacious premise that what's good for me is good for everyone, and that Michael will necessarily share my opinions and thoughts, I offered him a stick too. (Michael has to correct this mistaken impression whenever I seem in danger of forgetting that we are in fact two separate people. When he was printing out our boarding passes and I misunderstood at what step he was in the process - thought he was printing two apiece instead of printing out his after having printed off mine - Me: 'Why are you printing out two copies?' Michael: 'Love, I know this is hard for you to remember - us being married and all - but we really are two different people. We each need our own pass to board.') I proffered the stick of gum to him. He took it in his hand with a quizzical expression, held it up to the light, examined it curiously...finally I had to help him direct it to his mouth. After that he seemed to know what to do with it. Ron, watching from down the pew (why wasn't he paying attention to the ceremony?), started shaking with silent laughter. He obviously thought it every bit as funny as I did, although we decided that it was the sort of thing you have to see to believe - completely lost in translation when he tried to explain it to a present but unobservant bystander later on.

Michael's unerring ability to make me laugh inevitably reminds me of Sir Percy from The Scarlet Pimpernel: 'A bowl of punch, honest Jelly! The wits that have made a clever woman laugh must be wetted!'