Genetics
It's definitely colder here since Sandy blew through. I encountered a friend at nursery-school pickup.
She said, "Aren't you wearing gloves? I can see you're holding your hands as if they're cold."
"I know," I explained. "I do have gloves. They're at home."
"Well they're not doing any good there."
"I know. I'll keep them in my pockets now it's cold. But then I won't put them on because that's too much hassle."
She laughed at my illogicality.
"I also hate using an umbrella," I continued, "because then it gets wet and I don't have anywhere to put it."
She left me to my particular brand of crazy.
Not five minutes later I found myself having the following conversation with Mabel.
- Mummy, my hands are cold.
- See, we should have brought your gloves. For tomorrow we'll put your gloves in your jacket pocket and they'll be there when you need them.
- But I don't want to have to take them out of my pocket.
Blood will out, I suppose.
Labels: conversations, hilarity

2 Comments:
For the record, the word "crazy" never crossed my mind.
There are many synonyms. :)
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