Friday, March 9, 2012

From the Mouths of Babes... or Seven-Year-Olds.

Matt has recently been very concerned about my single status. It's a sweet concern. He worries that I'm lonely when he's gone and has suggested I get a puppy. Preferably one that's enormous and doesn't drool.

The other night he asked, "Why don't boys like you?"

"I don't know. What do you think?"

He thought for a while. I was sure he would come back with something about my "squishiness" (my weight is one of his other worries, he frequently pats my belly with concern and tells me to exercise more).

"I fink it's cuz you're just a little bit bossy," he finally said.

I could name a couple of exes who would agree wholeheartedly with that assessment.

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