While I was toiling away at work, Dork Lad was at home with Mrs. Dork Dad and Bouncing Lass. He was walking back and forth with a pensive look on his face.
"What are you doing?" my wife asked.
"I'm thinking like Daddy," he replied.
Yes, I have a tendency to pace while I'm thinking (it drives my wife nuts sometimes), but I didn't know he'd noticed.
That, he notices, but me calling his name 500 times mere inches away? Nothing.
Friday, February 22, 2008
Pacing himself
Stumble it!
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