So ...

So we're driving home from my brother's when Mae asks, "How did they know that 32 degrees was the temperature for freezing?" Oliver's in the back going Oo! Oo! I know! And Chris, who's driving, says, "No, no, let me hear this! Mae, what do you mean, how do they know? Who is 'they'?" It was a fun ride home. It seems that Mae thinks science is arbitrary. I blame her teacher for the last nine years.

So we come home and are putting presents away, and I ask for Mae's help in the kitchen (yes, It's pick on Mae night), and she's not fully paying attention, and I'm just harping on her (bad mommy!), when Chris reminds me that she's 14, let it go. He reminds me of the coffee incident when I was 13. This is after an evening of talking with my brother and his wife about ADD, what it looks like, how it affects the family, what I've learned about myself, medication, blah, blah, blah.

So I'm standing there thinking about the coffee incident. When I was 13 my dad asked me to put two bags of coffee into one fresh-o-lator. He came in a few minutes later to find me standing at the counter, staring at the overflowing coffee, one bag in hand, the other empty. He said something like What are you DOING? And I replied something like You told me to put both bags in the fresh-o-lator! Him: Well why is it all over the counter? Me: Because you told me to put both bags in. Him: Why didn't you empty both bags then? Me: Because the fresh-o-lator was full. Him: Then why didn't you STOP when it got full? Me: Because you told me to put both bags in! We went on for quite awhile this way before he gave up and walked away. But I think he threatened to lock me in the deep freeze till I turned 18.

So I'm thinking about this when Chris asks, "Who put the brown sugar in the refrigerator" My 13 year old absent minded professor, Oliver. Not just one, but two containers of brown sugar. Is ADD genetic? it's like microwaves - no one really knows how it works.

So until I write again ...

Flea