Anyways, a couple days after he threw up I begged Husband Man to go to DI with me since he was feeling better. He obliged and we drove to DI. I just like walking around and seeing all the random junk that shows up there, and occasionally we'll find a good book or a CD or something that we like. Husband Man was poking through the games, and next thing I know he's standing next to me holding a giant box with a picture of the Millennium Falcon on it, giving me the same look that a little six year old boy would give me.
"Ashee... can I have this?" he implored bashfully. All I could do is laugh, and when I said "Yes" he grinned and gleefully ran off with his box.
Poor Husband Man got a little flustered during parts of it, since the puzzle is made of foam.
He eventually figured it out though...
...and now we have a giant Millennium Falcon adorning our puzzle table.
He's happy, and that's all that matters! It really doesn't bother me, I just laugh a little every time I see it. I think the funniest part is that there's a little tiny fishbowl on the table with it now, because we're watching the fish for a friend until she comes back for fall semester.
Watching Husband Man play with his toys is so much fun! I should get him to pull out his legos again...