Andrew: So did you see Zachary's weird finger thing while he was practicing his scale this week?
Me: No, I didn't get a chance to watch him.
Andrew: Ok, well I'll just go ahead and call Child Protective Services so the kids can get a real mother who cares about their music lessons. Thanks, bye!
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.
Thursday, February 17, 2011
Nice Talkin' To Ya!
Andrew called yesterday to ask about something he'd mentioned to me at last week's piano lesson:
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