So now I'm getting Facebook messages that I need to blog (you know who you are and are) so here I am blogging my really stupid argument with my husband this morning. Let me first confess, I may have been a touch cranky.......
Isaac got one of those Happy Meal toy characters from the movie "Night at the Museum" (or whatever that movie is with Ben Stiller). He (Isaac) was playing with it at breakfast and Jason asks, "who is that"?
I say, "I think it may be Amelia Earhart".
He says, "It can't be, look at the plane, it's gotta be one of the Wright brothers". --- and he, as far as I'm concerned, could have added, "you moron, don't you know anything about aviation history" He denies it, but it's really the condescending tone he took.
uh, yes, I am PMSing, why do you ask?
I say, "No, I really think it's Amelia".
He says, "It can't be".
I'm disgusted and leave the room. He later leaves for work.
One of the boys finds the card that goes to the toy and would you look at that, it's AMELIA FREAKIN' EARHART....
I WAS RIGHT.
So I call him. I was dialing the phone, mumbling something about being right about the stupid McDonald's Happy Meal toy and Jake, the NINE year old asks, in an all too sane voice for my particular taste this morning, "Mom, are you really going to call Dad to say you were right about the toy?"
I say, "yes," in a voice that portrayed an air of dignity, as if to convey this is really how adults behave and I was being EVER SO FREAKIN' MATURE.
Jake just shrugged his shoulders and walked away (smart boy---uh, must take after me).
Jason answers the phone, I tell him we now have proof (proof, get that you engineer....PROOF) that it's Amelia Earhart.
He pauses......and says,
"Well then she was flying one of the Wright brother's planes".
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
11 comments:
Can't you just picture it in front of the marriage counselor: Well, you see, we've found resolution to all our others issues...finances, domestic division of labor, even ensuring we make time for each other as a couple. All that was left was to argue over plastic toys!
You'd so be laughed out of therapy!
I'm glad i'm not the only one that has things like that happen. :)
Know what Dr. Phil would have told Jason right then? "Hey, you wanna be right, or you wanna be happy?"
Men just cannot let it go - they can't be completely wrong. Maybe they just don't have a "compartment" for that?
I've gotta say, there are days when I'd rather be right... but I'm petty like that ;)
Ha. They ALWAYS have to be right, don't they? Annoying.
I can see his confusion - the Wright Brothers' plane looked nothing like anything that Amelia would have flown! I blame Hollywood for screwing history yet again :-)
To counter the "they must always be right" argument, in 24 years I have been right 6 times! But we don't argue about this sort of thing - we don't argue AT ALL!
If Chris would have said that to me (and he absolutely would have), I would have smacked him.
I'm glad we're not the only ones who argue like this :)
I'd tell you what I thought but I'd have to charge you my arm chair amature psychologist fee.
Besides, I'm too irritated with my own hub to think straight. . . so I'll just give the standard sisters sticking together, "Oh, you are so right!"
What a great story! And, it's so nice to hear from you again! :)
Your first mistake was trying to argue with an engineer.....
I think our husbands might be brothers.
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