Monday, January 22, 2007
A few nights ago, at dinner:
The Boy: I'm full.
DD: You barely touched your food.
TB: But I'm full! (heavy sigh)
TB: I want ice cream!
DD: I thought you were full.
TB: I'm full of this, not full of ice cream!
Of course, being full for food did in no way imply that other stomach being full, which in my view merited me getting dessert.
Nowadays, I'm a pure maths PhD student, so no, I haven't gotten back in touch with reality. :)