Monday, May 28, 2007

Not an exact transcript...

...but we have been having quite a few conversations that go something like this:

Evan: "I'm going to make a phone call"

Me, somewhat absently: "uh huh."

Evan, flustered: "What! What are you thinking?"

"Um...that you're going to make a phone call?"

"No really. What are you thinking?"

"Nothing. Really." Except unfortunately I am now chuckling.

"What's so funny? I can't make a phone call?"

"Sweetie, go ahead and make the call. I'm not thinking anything."

"Yes you are. You are giving me that look and you are laughing."

The other day after a conversation like that I said, "You are so high maintenence."

"I am not. I take care of myself. I'm not high maintenance."

"I don't mean physically. I mean emotionally. You need a lot of reassurance."

"I don't think I do."

"Okay." I get my cup of tea and head off to my computer. I am truly ready to just drop it.

"Do you really think I am high maintenance? Really?"

Again, I'm laughing. "Evan honey, I don't know what to say anymore. What do you want me to say?"

"I don't know. Just stop looking at me like that!"

Laughter on my part is getting a bit out of control. Deep breath. "You are so easy, Evan. Really, I am not even trying."

"Geez! I'm going to my room!" He walks out, "And I am NOT high maintanence!"


  1. [sarcasm]Oh no, Evan's not high maintenance at all.[/sarcasm]


  2. and the pope is not catholic!


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