I always is like to think the of the worst possible thing that can happen in any situation.
Being hit by a train while swimming for example. Or having a speck of dust fly up and lodge itself in my belly button and burn its way through my body down to my toes while trying on a new pair of Capri's.
Some people think this is strange. I do not, because when you are expecting an octopus to leap out of the sewer and drag you under to his deep dark lair to make octo-babies with you, It makes your day So. Much. Better. when you manage to walk across the street unscathed.
I try to instill this wonderful characteristic in my children at times.
For example. With no clue what to get Blue Boy, we guessed and bought a bunch of random crap. I figured If I could make him think that something stupid was his gift, when he opened the actual toys, he would be over the moon.
I gots good logiks, huh?
I told him his present was in a bag on the table. His little face lit with glee as he raced to peek in the bag.
Can I open it? he asked, sounding doubtful.
Yeah. Here. I said as I dumped the bags' contents on the table. A roll of scotch tape and a package of dry erase markers.
Fully expecting confusion, anger, tears even, I was a little shocked when he looked up at me as if I had told him here's a million bucks, go buy candy!!
Is this fo' really my tape? He screamed, clutching it to his chest, knuckles white with the death grip he had on it.
Clearly, we need to take all this crap* back and get another roll...
* Individual photos, ones where I actually tell you what all of this crap is, can be found at Paint!
And over at the Photo Blog, I have photo proof of the difference between boys and girls.