Primo got home last night from being gone for two weeks. He was not cranky. He is making an effort not to be cranky and not to be a jerk.
"Should I throw cheese?" he asked.
"Nope," I said.
But we went through the other rituals - he had to identify everything new in the fridge and freezer.
And then, I discovered this morning, he had to reconfigure the squeeze points on the toothpaste.