Fatherhood

I can’t remember what she threw at me, just that it was small and hard.  Basically, it was something within her reach.  Now, as for why she said it like that in the first place, well… we’ve both learned to be very specific, trying to close out loopholes that will allow us to mess with the other.
Her favourite thing to do is say “no,” then do it anyway.  I like to play it out a bit more.  ;P

“Could you take that bowl downstairs, please?”    “Absolutely. *doesn’t move*”    “Would you take it?”    “Sure!  *doesn’t move*”    “I mean now, not later tonight.”    “Oh, okay.  *Picks up the bowl, but makes a show of removing the spoon and leaving it behind.*”    “And the spoon!”    “*sighs with false annoyance*  Fine.”

Why?  Because she’s a brat like that.  Why do I do it?  Because it’s funny!  😉  Anyway, sometimes, it just doesn’t work out like we hoped, even if we go the extra mile.  And then she whips out Stacy-logic, which is like a distant cousin to real logic; the one that’s all deformed and not right in the head, so it never gets invited to parties or reunions.

New shirt!  It says “Nom nom nom” with a disappearing Pacman icon (sorry, you can’t see all of it) and I got it from my in-laws for my birthday.