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.
Friday, October 9, 2009
Calling Jenny Craig
Zach and Ava were playing a game in the car that consisted of finding certain things that had point values attached to them. For instance, if you saw an American flag, you'd get a point. If you saw a silver car, you'd get 10 points. If you saw a gas station you'd get 5 points. You get the point.
At one point, I overheard this conversation:
Zach: Hey Ava, if you see a Big Fat Momma, you get sixty eight hundred million points.
Zach: Hi, Mom! (while waving at me in the rear view mirror)
Zach: Ava! I just got sixty eight hundred million points!!
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