I am a curious person by nature. I can't help it. I want to know everything about everyone and every situation. As an adult I can kind of keep my curiosity under control, and I am good at keeping confidences, but I'm still curious. When I was a kid my mom once told me that she had a teacher who had told her that there was no such thing as a stupid question, but she wanted to take me to meet him to prove that there was. That's how many questions I asked...
Now days, I just annoy D with my constant questions. I can't help it, really! I think of things that I think the rest of society just accepts, such as why does everyone who is homeless have access to cardboard and black Sharpies? I have asked some of my close friends this very question and no one has an answer! I mean no disrespect to homeless people anywhere, I just want to know if there is a secret supply house? Does U-haul donate? Can I donate? We just recycled a bunch of cardboard boxes that I could have donated to this cause, just like the clothes to a thrift store, not to mention the 13 million Sharpies that have come to reside in my house. I even have different colors if they wanted to mix it up a little from the black.
Because of my constant curiosity, I get to have interesting conversations with Fuss. I have learned so much about how a guy's mind works from him. It is just as I have always suspected, simplified and shallowish... Like at Christmas time, Fuss started to freak out because there was only one day of preschool left before Christmas break and he hadn't gotten a present for his "girlfriend," B. We didn't get her one because I don't want him to be the crazy stalker, overbearing freak at the age of 4, even though they have been "in love" for over a year. As B put it to her mom, "Fuss and I first fell in love at preschool." Thankfully, it is a mutual "love." Anyway, in his little freakout show, he declares to me, "I didn't get B a present yet!"
So, I calmly ask him, "What did you want to get her?"
"I really wanted to get her a La La Lutsy doll."
"Yeah?" (while thinking, "what in the crap is a La La Lutsy doll??" since they are La La Loopsy? I don't have girls!)
"Yeah, but I saw them when I was at Wal-Mart with Daddy and I hated them!"
"You hated them?" (Maybe they weren't cute dolls? Maybe they didn't have a good selection?)
"Yeah, they were like a hundred and thirty bucks!! And I don't have that kind of money! That is a lot of money!!"
So the value of love has a dollar sign?! I didn't know that was how it worked, especially since whatever the crap their name is dolls don't really cost that much...
Just a few minutes ago I was sitting at the computer in my bedroom, working, while Fuss was watching TV. A commercial for something to do with manicures and nail polish came on and in a panicked voice, Fuss says to me, "Mommy!? Mommy!!??" Concerned, I turned around and said, "What?" To which he responded, "Don't you want that?" I glanced at the TV and told him that it looked pretty nice and maybe I would like it. His response taught me a valuable lesson that needs to be quickly retaught, "Then why didn't you say you wanted it? That is how you get stuff! You have to say you want it when you see it!" Oh...that's how that works...poor kid, not anymore!
