... in front of you?

I was trying to figure out what The Husband was doing Friday evening.
It looked like he was eating ice cream with a tongue depressor.
I watched, and I watched...

When he finally realized I was studying him, he took the stick out of his mouth.
"I'm sorry," he said.  "Should I not be eating ice cream in front of you?"

He was referring to my new and temporary diet restricting me from eating dairy, eggs, and gluten.
I just wanted to know what he was doing.

What he'd been doing was eating some ice cream out of a bowl with the stick from a Fudgcicle he'd just finished.
Yes, Fudgcicle with an ice cream chaser.
Who wouldn't?

"No, you're fine."  I shrugged him off and went back to watching TV.

Later, as the family was heading off to bed, I wished the boys a happy good night by telling them they could sleep in.  "We're all sleeping in!" I declared before realizing that The Husband had to get up for the early Saturday shift.
"Oh," I patted his shoulder.  "Should I not be sleeping in front of you?"