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.
Monday, March 9, 2009
Young Nietzsche
A conversation between Bethany and Ava the other day:
Ava: Did you see all the snow the other day???!!! 6 inches
Beth: Yes...I went snowboarding on a mountain in Vermont. It was fun. Did you go sledding?
Ava: Yes. I bilt a snowman.
Beth: Fun!
Ava: Little snowman. The siz of Zach.
Beth: Hahaha...I hope you took pictures.
Ava: I didn't, couse I don't have a camera.
Beth: Ohhh
Ava: Now the snowman is dead.
Beth: Melted?
Ava: Melt is dead. When things melt its like dieing *ixeped they don't die they melt.
Beth: Oh ok.
Ava: So my snowman is dead.
Bethany instant messaged me and shared this conversation. I said, "Melt is dead. Is that going to be your new life quote?".
She said "Yes, I hope I don't blurt it out when I'm drinking late at night alone at a bar, staring at my ice cubes at the bottom of my drink....Melt is dead."
Then she said, "I think it's time to teach Ava the principle of conservation of matter".
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