It is surprising how well we tune in to specific sounds. Some women can hear the very faint sounds of their babies stirring in a crib. Some merchants can hear a door open to their business even without a bell ringing announcing a customer. Some mechanics can identify exactly what needs adjusting by the pure sound of an engine running.
Me, I can hear when my husband is raiding the pantry. Half the time I can be dead a sleep on a weekend morning and I can hear the number of times the pantry door opens (followed by the crinkling of food wrappers). No, I am not monitoring my honey. Ok, at times he needs a little supervision . Now that he is training for another marathon he believes he can inhale whatever he wishes no matter the calorie, salt or sugar intake.
I am the breakfast person in the house, so if I want my honey to eat something with substance for breakfast I need to drag myself out of bed early to cook before he can justify to himself the number of fruit bars he can eat. So far he's confessed to a number as high as 3!