- There is a child in Michael's class that could be either a boy or a girl. The child's name ends with "a" but it's not based on a romantic language, so I'm not sure that means it's a girl's name. I was excited to finally meet the child at the Halloween parade, but I discovered a child with long hair wearing a pirate costume. Even the way Michael talks about the child is ambiguous. I'd mostly settled on boy.
- Last night I had a brilliant idea. I actually asked Michael if the child was a boy or a girl. "She's a girl." I'm glad I asked. (Though embarrassed that I didn't think to ask a month ago when I started to wonder.)
- Normally when I go to make dinner, Michael gets upset and orders me to not make dinner. Last night, however, instead of trying to stop me he asked me what I was making. He's never asked this before, and I was rather surprised.
- I told him we were having chicken, broccoli, and white cheddar noodles. He responded happily that he likes that and went and sat at the table.
- I died from the pure shock of it.
- Well, not really. But I'm guessing you caught on to that.
- On the other hand, his response to me putting his Halloween candy on top of the fridge was completely predictable.
- Now, if I can just keep MY hand out of his Halloween candy, things should be good.
Thursday, November 4, 2010
Scatterings from the Scatter-brained
Ah yes, it's that time of the week again. The time when I don't even try to pretend that my posts make any sense.