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.
Tuesday, March 9, 2010
It's Like A Dream
The night before one of the big snowstorms of February, Eric suggested we take the kids to a hibachi restaurant. I'm not a fan of Japanese cuisine, but I knew the kids would get a kick out of it.
Remember the story of Colson and the street musicians? Well, he had a similar reaction to the hibachi chef. He was mesmerized. Watching the guy do his knife tricks and his onion volcano and his vegetable tossing so enthralled Cole that he couldn't eat.
Halfway through the "show", Colson came over to me and whispered in my ear. "Mom, it's like this isn't even real! It's like we're in a TV show, this guy is that good!! I feel like I can't even believe this is happening!"
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