Over-helpful Husband

I have an awesome husband. Rubin is always willing to watch the kids so I can go out with friends or get my hair done. He's really very helpful. Sometimes too helpful.

My mother-in-law gave me a copy of her house key in case I ever need it. For weeks this key sat on my dresser because it looked too much like one of my other keys. I was planning on distinguishing it with fingernail polish or something like that, but never got around to it.

One day Rubin borrowed my keys. When he returned from work that day, he handed my keys to me with a big smile on his face. Here's how they looked:

Did Rubin label only the two keys that looked similar? Nope. He decided to label all the keys on my ring. I was slightly annoyed and asked if he labeled his own keys. "No," he said, "I'm not confused by my keys."

Now every time I use my keys I feel like a dunce because I apparently need to have my keys labeled to know which one to use! Oh well, I am happy to have a helpful, or in this case, over-helpful husband.