Make a fuss

Jeff and I have very different ways of showing excitement or appreciation or general enthusiasm. Basically, I go crazy, and Jeff doesn't react at all.

Okay, maybe it's not that severe, but sometimes I have to remind him that I need him to make a bigger deal than he does.

We were in the kitchen this evening, and Jeff asked me if I was mad at him.

"No, I'm not mad at you. I was just expecting you to make more of a fuss," I told him. "I just need you to make a fuss."

Biscuit heard us talking, and I soon realized that he misunderstood what I said. "I make face, Mom." And then he did.