I don't know how he puts up with me

I have vague recollections of this event, but I'll do my best to recap:

Last night, I went to bed around 11:00 pm.  I awoke in the middle of the night from what seemed at the time to be a hunger pain accompanied by waves of nausea.  When I woke up, I was burning up and I just knew I needed to eat something.  (Side note: When I do wake up in the middle of the night, I am almost 100% of the time overheated.)  So what do I do?

I get my phone, unlock it, and call Brock who is in the office a mere 5 ft away.  I say in my most shameless, "poor, helpless me" voice, "Can you get me some grapes?"  He comments that I didn't have to sound so pathetic and that he would have gotten them for me anyway.  Next thing I know, the hubster is feeding me grapes one at a time.  The process is kinda like this: tilt head toward hubster, accept grape in mouth, turn head away to chew and swallow, repeat until grapes are gone.  At one point, he had given me a bad grape and I spit it out.

I really don't know how he puts up with this kind of behavior.  I'm almost appalled at my own requests.  For the record, I did not ask him to feed me my grapes.  I could have fed myself.  I just find this whole exchange to be very humorous.