Sep 15, 2009 07:54
I spend an extraordinary amount of time in my room within the house, with the hopes that the little boy will *not* entice me to play basketball (actually, football-wrestling-what have you) and pepper me with three-year-old questions. Because he's a little kid and I'd rather have him grow up to be energetic and proactive(?), and I don't know the difference between annoying and genuine niceness and appropriateness for a three-year old, I am instead obligated (of my own obnoxious sense of duty) to actually entertain him.
So the door is mostly shut, but he still barges in (once yesterday) anyway.