Sometimes I’m Like That.
Late one night, Shane came down the stairs as I was watching television. He swung himself around the corner into the living room.
“I don’t know if it was the Cracker Jacks or the marinara sauce,” he said. “But I sure could use a sip of water!” And then he merrily trotted into the kitchen to get a drink.
I wasn’t sure what to think about that. I figured he’d stolen a line from one of his Adventures in Odyssey CDs or maybe from Bizardvark. Shane has braces, so he doesn’t eat Cracker Jacks. And not only does he not like marinara sauce, but I didn’t know he even knew the meaning of the word “marinara.”
Shane drank some water, then headed back past where I was sitting.
“Shane?” I called.
“Me?” he said, stepping into the room. (He responds this way frequently, which I find to be adorable.)
“Did you hear that line – about the Cracker Jacks and marinara sauce – from a show or something? Or did you just make it up?”
“I just made it up,” he said. “Why?”
“Because it was really funny!” I said.
“Yeah,” Shane said. “Sometimes I’m like that.”
And then he went back upstairs.
Sometimes he’s like that. In fact, often he is like that. He makes some of the funniest, driest-humor remarks – all the time.
It’s great fun for me. I don’t think he has any idea how entertaining he can be.
But that keeps him humble, and I’m still having fun.