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life not alone
May. 24th, 2006 01:38 pmI was reading and waiting for T to come to bed last night. I heard him come in, and then his footsteps stopped at the foot of the bed. I looked up and saw him standing there, with his head bowed.
I thought, "Mischief?" then, "I wonder if he is at last bowing to my obvious superiority?" then... "Gotta be mischief." and "I wonder where he is going with this?"
He looked up briefly, as if to see if I was watching him, then bowed his head again. After a few more seconds, he bent down and picked up a wadded kleenex gingerly between two fingers. He said, "Worst. Shot. Ever."
He insists that I include the fact that the trash can was a good five feet away.
I thought, "Mischief?" then, "I wonder if he is at last bowing to my obvious superiority?" then... "Gotta be mischief." and "I wonder where he is going with this?"
He looked up briefly, as if to see if I was watching him, then bowed his head again. After a few more seconds, he bent down and picked up a wadded kleenex gingerly between two fingers. He said, "Worst. Shot. Ever."
He insists that I include the fact that the trash can was a good five feet away.
