For the past few weeks there has been a box cutter/utility knife in the driver side little door pocket of my car. Hubby does construction type stuff all the time, so I assumed that he kept it there in case he needed it sometime when we were out and about. He has about a million of these things. A couple nights ago, he was looking for one of these knives while we were at home and couldn't find one. Our conversation went a little like this:

DH: I can't find a knife.
ME: You know you have that one knife in the car. The one with blades on both ends.
DH: I know. It has to stay there though.
ME: Why? Oh, probably in case you need it or something like at your mom's?
DH: No. You're growing my kid in there. You have to be able to protect yourself and my baby if I'm not around. I can't let anything happen to either of you.
ME: Awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww...

I went out to my car this morning. The knife is still there. But he turned it so that it is no longer laying down in the pocket but standing up. It makes it easier to grab without having to fumble. My heart melted again....:-P