Thursday, May 22, 2008

And Then You Go and Spoil It All

…by saying something stupid…like “I love you.”

Tonight, I’m feeling emotional…undoubtedly brought on by my article that's due tomorrow…the subject matter being neither here nor there. (Okay…let’s see how many leftover “expressions” are still lurking out there. Somebody keep count….that’s one.)

So, when Taylor (age 16) walked past my door, I called him in. Got all sappy on him…pronounced my eternal, undying love…reminded him that I don’t usually get mushy at the drop of a hat. You know what his response was?

“I think I have a tapeworm. I have named him Jiminy Cricket.” That was his response. And, since a picture is worth a thousand words:

Anyway, it wasn’t exactly the response I was going for. Taylor evidently feels pretty strongly that his appetite is heartier than the average guy his age, although I doubt he’s eating any more than any other Tom, Dick or Harry. I DO know that he’s costing me an arm and a leg to feed…but that’s to be expected.

That’s five so far…are you counting?? (YES, I'm keeping a running list by my's getting longer by the day...and these are the stranger ones that really don't make any sense to me. Feel free to add to the comments with your own. The "cut your nose to spite your face" is CLASSIC.)

And I have not gone off-topic. This is huge.

So does the fact that Taylor blew off my declaration of love mean he’s going to grow up to be a cold, shallow, uncaring, undemonstrative love ‘em and leave ‘em kinda guy?

Not if I have anything to say about it.

And I’ve got plenty to say.

We know that.

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