I NEED TO DO MORE GOOD DEEDS

I must not do nice things for my husband often enough.  Last night I decided to make him some of his favorite cookies--Oatmeal Scotchies--not my personal favorite, but he loves them. (I'd say I never met a cookie I didn't like, but then I remember Fig Newtons!) When I asked him later if he enjoyed his cookies, he said "They were good.  But why did you make them?"  I guess he felt like I must have an ulterior motive or something.  It makes me wonder if he actually enjoyed his cookies or if he spent his time eating them wondering what I wanted.  I guess I need to do nice things for no reason more often.