This discussion occurred between Derek and I this afternoon:
M: Derek, I moved your razor up higher in the bathroom because somehow, Spencer got ahold of it yesterday. He was trying to brush his teeth with it. (Pause, while I wait for his surprised horror. It does not come.)
D: (Continues to iron his shirt, nonchalantly) Oh, I didn't even know where my razor was in the first place.
M: Well, now it is up high. (I am unimpressed with his reaction.) When did you lose your razor?
D: (Looks sheepish) Um, a week ago?
M: Really? (I am skeptical)
D: Okay, I haven't been able to find it since we got home from Thanksgiving...
D: So, I've been using yours. (Continues ironing as if nothing is wrong.)
M: (Gawking) Ya like those five blades, with a moisturizer all wrapped around it?
D: (Continues ironing) Yup, it's way better than mine. So, I don't need mine.
M: (Trying to figure out if it's okay for spouses to share razors...) Um, whatever works for you. But the important thing is SPENCER HAD YOURS IN HIS MOUTH!!!!
Sigh. I suppose I can live with razor sharing, but I must MUST draw the line at toothbrushes. We will NEVER be married long enough for that.