On my birthday he said, "you can do whatever you want".
And I said, "I know, because it's my birthday and I'm wearing sequined hot pants. In January. In Minnesota. Which, makes me awesome".
"No, I mean you can always do whatever you want".
I looked up at him, my eyes wide and filled with Bambi like bewilderment, "really?" I questioned, somewhat mockingly, because I already had some sense of this being true.
"Well, yes, but you aren't supposed to know it".
And this is why I like him.
Now, what do I get him for his birthday?