As an INTJ female (for those into Myers-Briggs and the like), I am a hard person to know, and an even harder person to love. I wonder if someday my children will want to know what really went on in my brain. I shall leave them this gift. Well, maybe not so much a "gift" as an extremely uncomfortable last will and testament.
Sunday, November 23, 2008
Oooh Baby, Let's Make Our Particles Collide
Me: "Why can't you just focus when I'm talking to you, instead of having to walk around straightening things up?"
Eric: "I am focusing on you!" (said from the next room while picking up toys...)
Me: "I wish you could just sit still and just listen to me talk when I'm in a talking mood..."
Eric: (coming back into the room and staring into my eyes) "Do you want to connect with me emotionally and spiritually and atomically?"
Me, laughing: "You meant to say anatomically, didn't you...." (knowing Eric, that would be par for the course)
Eric: "NO! I meant to say atomically....you know, for us to get so close that our atoms fuse together."
Me, still laughing: "I think you meant to say anatomically, but then it came out wrong, and you decided to go with it instead of admitting your mistake."
Eric: "I really meant to say atomically! It's cooler and funnier than anatomically!"
Me: "Exactly. That's why I can't believe you actually MEANT to say it...."
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The LHC has nothing on you two.
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