Mr. Clean

My husband cleaned the kitchen the other day. Did a fantastic job by the way.
When my husband stumbles into the kitchen after Ive cleaned it, he acts like a child who has just happened upon a freshly made bed and cannot resist the urge to jump on it and trample it back down into something the looks like its occupants have just left it after a long night of restless slumber.
Its clean for like....a minute before cups start gathering on the counter and forks and various utensils have started their migration back from the drawer and into the sink where they are obviously more at home.
But when my husband cleans the kitchen, he acts like he has painstakingly hand crafted the worlds first Ferrari and you must only gaze at it from a distance because your very breath could be its undoing. When he is done he puffs up and stands guard waiting for someone to enter, so that he can give a look that says "So help me God, if you so much as leave a cup, plate, crumb or piece of DNA in here I will make you eat it for dinner along with a sizable helping of my foot for dessert."
And should some unfortunate soul put a plate in the sink he will hear it from wherever he is in the house and march in there and proclaim "Don't you dirty up my clean kitchen!!"
Because when a woman cleans it, well its just something that needed to be done, but when a man cleans it, it needs to be encased in glass, roped off and guarded with lasers for all eternity.