Miracle Whip vs. Mayonnaise

My husband, Mark, likes Miracle Whip; I like Mayonnaise. I wouldn't go so far as to say that either of us hates the other choice, but it is a strong preference.

When I make the sandwiches I make his with Miracle Whip and mine with Mayonnaise. But when he makes the sandwiches they both have Miracle Whip on them. If I mention it, the next few sandwiches are the way I like them, and then back to Miracle Whip. So eventually, after many years of this Fox Trot, I just eat the Miracle Whip when he makes the sandwiches.

Now it may sound like Mark is a jerk. Far from it. Mark is actually an awesome human being. And he loves me more than life itself, even though I do little to deserve it. He also has a genius level IQ. So why, oh why, can't he remember I don't like Miracle Whip? He has known the entire periodic table since he was about 7-years old. He knows the melting temperature of every metal in the solar system - literally. It's sandwich spread!

I have a theory. He really thinks Miracle Whip is awesome. He also thinks clean diesel cars and trucks, Southern Rock, loving one person your whole life, Windows XP, recycling, fair pay for a fair day's work, the golden rule, NASCAR and a college education are awesome.

So while he respects my right to like Mayonnaise, and your right to think a college education isn't really necessary, he just doesn't get it. So if you tell him NASCAR is boring because the drivers always turn left, he will smile and nod. But if it comes up again, and he hears you say it again, he will be just as surprised inside while he smiles and nods. If it doesn't make sense to him, it just can't be so.

What do you think of my theory?