Dinner Conversation.
Jan. 27th, 2009 07:09 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
stresskittenTaco Salad for dinner.
Rhys took his lettuce (which I didn't really expect him to eat) and for the last half hour has been carefully arranging it on his high chair tray. There is clearly some rhyme or reason to how he's doing so... he's been taking a piece, replacing it with another one, and had a nice even layer across the tray.
Me: *trying not to laugh too much*
Frazer: He's your son.
Me: My son? This is all you.
Frazer: What?
Me: Yes! Carefully arranging things to be esthetically pleasing? That's so you.
Frazer: That's not esthetically pleasing... that's obsessively arranging things in an organised fashion... and that's totally you.
Me: Pah.
Rhys took his lettuce (which I didn't really expect him to eat) and for the last half hour has been carefully arranging it on his high chair tray. There is clearly some rhyme or reason to how he's doing so... he's been taking a piece, replacing it with another one, and had a nice even layer across the tray.
Me: *trying not to laugh too much*
Frazer: He's your son.
Me: My son? This is all you.
Frazer: What?
Me: Yes! Carefully arranging things to be esthetically pleasing? That's so you.
Frazer: That's not esthetically pleasing... that's obsessively arranging things in an organised fashion... and that's totally you.
Me: Pah.