In many ways, I am my mother’s daughter, but lately I have noticed myself becoming more and more like my dad. The absent-mindedness, the cluelessness, and general boneheadedness.
The other day, a friend was over, and as we sat around talking, I asked him a question. He was in the middle of answering it when my mind started wandering, and I suddenly remembered something I had to do, so I stood up and left the room. About 5 seconds later I realized what I had done (thankfully my husband was still in the room with our friend and carried on the conversation). This is something my father does ALL THE TIME and we always made fun of him about it. I don’t think anyone really thought anything of it – my husband later said he didn’t even notice. But I was appalled… in about 10 years my sons will be making fun of me about the same things my brother and I made fun of my dad for! With my husband’s encouragement it’ll probably start sooner. Another thing to not look forward to. Sigh…
