paint store
27 Jul 2002 12:29 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
cimoreneshopping with my mom is an ordeal in code-switching. i usually start off acting in dad-mode--
'but we don't have the plate,' it begins.
i say impatienty, 'do we need the plate? because i was under the impression that we were just using the plate as inspiration--'
'right--'
'so the plate is shades of yellow-orange.'
'yes.'
'so... don't you want to look at a yellow-orange?'
'well...'
'like this?'
'let's just go.'
'what? where are you going?'
'you're being rude,' she says.
'i'm just trying to find out what you want,' i protest.
'that's what daddy always says,' she replies darkly.
in the end, to avoid making her really angry, i have to start acting like she does, and the end result is that instead of a quart of paint we come away with two and a half gallons and grandiose plans, not just for the bookcase, but for the entire kitchen and dining room.
at least she's not mad at me anymore...
'but we don't have the plate,' it begins.
i say impatienty, 'do we need the plate? because i was under the impression that we were just using the plate as inspiration--'
'right--'
'so the plate is shades of yellow-orange.'
'yes.'
'so... don't you want to look at a yellow-orange?'
'well...'
'like this?'
'let's just go.'
'what? where are you going?'
'you're being rude,' she says.
'i'm just trying to find out what you want,' i protest.
'that's what daddy always says,' she replies darkly.
in the end, to avoid making her really angry, i have to start acting like she does, and the end result is that instead of a quart of paint we come away with two and a half gallons and grandiose plans, not just for the bookcase, but for the entire kitchen and dining room.
at least she's not mad at me anymore...
