Move over Sam Adams, Horlicks is here.

Alpha accuses me of writing about my hubby way too much in my blogs (The fact that her's is a blog mostly dedicated to Pi-bashing is conveniently forgotten). I tell her that until I have a dog or a cat as a pet or maybe a baby of my own or my life takes an interesting turn and I give up my desk-job and turn into some adventure-monkey, the hubby will be my primary victim.
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I catch a cold. 7 days later, I’m good as new. Then hubby catches it. We’re on day 3.
He: It’s really bad. I think I need to see a doctor.
Me: It’s a cold. It’ll go away.
He: No, it’s really bad. It just doesn’t seem to go.
Me: You’re on day 3.
He: But it’s just not getting any better. I better see someone.
Me: Please?
He: A doctor.
Me: Please.
……………………………….
He: She said it could be a sinus infection.
Me: Your sinuses are infected. You have a cold.
He: No, a Sinus Infection. She gave me something for it.
Me: It’s Tylenol.
He: “Tylenol Sinus.”
Me: No shit!
He: 'If you can keep your head, when all around are losing theirs..'
Me: blah blah blah

I humored him...but it did go away by the end of the week.

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Hubby has taken to drinking Horlicks at night. Yes, Horlicks (The Great Family Nourisher of India that usually kids below the age of 10 drink). And I make it for him. People who know me know I am NOT the kind who mixes health drinks for family members who are not sick however much they might mean to me. But the practice sneaked up to me when I wanted to rinse out a bottle with just 3 spoons of Horlicks in it, so I could paint on it (Don't ask, I'll save that one for another rainy day on the blog when there's nothing happening). So I mixed it in milk and got him to drink it. (He can drink a LOT). Unfortunately a full bottle replaced this the following week and I confess I did make it again as I longed to try a cuppa myself, but it din't really take. So I hoped this chore would transition to the rightful hands soon enough. Last night:

He: (walking into kitchen and standing around vaguely) This Horlicks at night is really good.
Me: *Furiously rearranging photos on Picasa and emailing people* Yes? Making a cup?
He: Hmmm. *taking a sip of water*. I could make it myself if you are busy.
Me: *Blow a kiss* (Come on, that's universal language for "Thank you Sweetie, you're the best, please go ahead)
He: *Poised with water glass in mid-air, waiting*
Me: *Blow another kiss* (Universal language for "Go on now. Why are we waiting?")
He: It's cool. Finish your emailing. Actually I think later is better.

Is this his second childhood or had he never passed out of the first one?!! Should I be worrying about the fact that he drinks Horlicks or the fact that I see many years of Horlicks-making in front of me?