Sunday, January 24, 2010

Hearing about your kids is fun.

You know how parents love to talk about their kids? Like, all of the time? For the most part, I hate these talks. I don't have kids and I have my dogs to talk about, so I'm not sure if I'll have time in my story-telling adventures for kiddo talk, anyway.
But I do wonder about all the boring stories my parents told to their friends about my brother and I when we were growing up. Do strangers know about the first time I pooped in a toilet? Or maybe about the first time I mimicked my dad and said the 'f' word? How about when I first dressed myself?
No fair! I don't even know about those firsts! For all I know, I've never pooped in a toilet, used to 'f' word, OR dressed myself. Ummm. The point stranger or non-family member cares about these things. So why do we feel the need to share? It has to be because we are certain our lives are THE most interesting thing on the planet. Or that we just don't have anything else to talk about. My guess is a combination of both.
Now, thank you for reading all about my life.

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