March 12, 2007

Conversation Is Cheep

A conversation with M around bedtime tonight. The subject is Mario Kart for DS, which I lent her to play with the other day.

M: “I played the level where you have to get 5 cheep-cheeps with the star. It’s harder than you think.”

Me: “Really? How do you know how hard I think it is?”

M: “How hard do you think it is?”

Me: “I think it’s harder than I think it is.”

M: “It’s harder than that.”

She had me there. Maggie often finds it annoying to talk to me about the simplest things, but my kids are already experts.

Posted by James at March 12, 2007 1:28 AM
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What's a cheep-cheep? It sounds like a cute birdie thing.

I'm ready for spring!

Posted by: Patti M. at March 12, 2007 8:51 AM

I give you: the Cheep-cheep.

Posted by: James at March 12, 2007 9:04 AM

Cute!

Posted by: Patti M. at March 12, 2007 9:52 AM

Okay, I would post this on my blog, but my blog is above "cheep" posts like this.

Me: What's this blob of toothpaste on the wall over the sink?

J: That's not toothpaste.

Me: What is it?

J: It's shaving cream.

Me: Well, what's it doing on the wall?

J: It got there accidentally when I was shaving.

Me: Well, why didn't you clean it up?

J: I was busy shaving.

Me: Well, why didn't you clean it up after?

J: I forgot about it.

Me: (staring at huge blue blob over the sink) You forgot about it? How could you forget about that?

J: Do you want to talk about this all day?

Okay, it went something like that. The way I remember it, it was even more annoying. I had to pull teeth to find out why he had put a huge blob of *something* over the sink and hadn't cleaned it up. Wouldn't most people understand that the conversation was about the huge mess they'd made in the bathroom right away? I have to ask the *exact right question* if I want an answer.

So how would little M handle that conversation? I don't know. I guess I have to learn to ask myself, WWMS? Maybe she would've jumped straight to "you're a pig," which came a little after the part I quoted above, bypassing the frustrating part of the conversation. Or maybe she would've out-frustrated him. Maybe I should hide the shaving cream, or replace it with scrubbing bubbles, so if he's going to squirt the bathroom wall with the stuff, at least it'll clean the wall.

Posted by: Maggie at March 12, 2007 10:20 AM

That type of conversation is eerily familiar.

In our house, it goes something like this:

Me, noticing yet another bottle cap or some such bit of trash that's on the counter instead of the trash: Are you saving this?

The person with whom I live: No.

Me: Then please throw it away.

The person with whom I live: [no response, or sometimes a grunt]

Posted by: Patti M. at March 12, 2007 10:44 AM

gee could that be because if you do the same thing (leave something to clean up) I just pick it up instead of making sure I point it out to you first?

The person Patti lives with

Posted by: B.O.B. (bob) at March 12, 2007 11:59 AM

There is a difference between a bottle cap and a plate.

Besides, I know the location I place my dish in the dishwasher will be rearranged, so why bother?

Posted by: Patti M. at March 12, 2007 12:23 PM

That is not to say I do not put items in the dishwasher.

Posted by: Patti M. at March 12, 2007 12:25 PM

No. Just that you do it WRONG!

My sister and I attempted to load the dishwasher for our mother yesterday, since it was her birthday. She then proceeded to tell us that we weren't doing it right. She has a much nicer dishwasher than either of ours, yet somehow our cavewomanesque dishwasher-loading techniques yield very satisfactory results. Go figure.

Posted by: Julie at March 12, 2007 3:09 PM

Like the time my dad had been in the hospital, so I mowed the lawn for him. He told me I had mown it crooked.

Ask me if I ever mowed his lawn again.

Posted by: Patti M. at March 12, 2007 3:25 PM

I know I'm gonna get in trouble for this but here goes (I won't speak for James as he's clearly decided that silence is best for this)

Don't ask questions that you already know the answer to and then get mad when the question gets answered. I think you think it's some sort of punishment or shame but we men often make messes and don't realize it. I'd think you'd know that by now. If I left something out I will clean it up when I notice it. It's just that you are more likely to notice than me.

And when there are two dirty dinner plates, silverware, glasses and pots on the counter waiting to be washed it's sometimes easy to lose the one bottle cap that came from the bottle of beer I got for someone else in the middle of dinner ;)

Posted by: B.O.B. (bob) at March 12, 2007 3:59 PM

Basically, yeah. There is a difference in both noticing and timing.

The conversation ended when she pointed out she was annoyed and I asked her why she was persisting in an annoying conversation.

I probably could have just cut to the chase and said "I'll clean it up." but when someone asks me questions I assume they just want an accurate answer. The problem is that sometimes my idea of an accurate answer is annoying because they're not really asking the question wanting an answer.

Maybe this is a gender gap.

Posted by: James at March 12, 2007 4:13 PM

Lol! I totally know what you are all saying. For the longest time I used to leave my cereal bowl in the sink after I was done with it...Never mind that the dishwasher is like right next to it. If it was still in the sink when I got home from work I'd put it in the dishwasher (I do the cooking so I clean out the sink before I start cooking). I never understood why it bothered her. :)

Posted by: Jay at March 12, 2007 4:41 PM

Oh, now that's interesting, Jay. I feel I have license to leave a mess in the kitchen since I'm the one who cooks most meals and does most of the cleaning. So if I leave a bowl down there, well, I know I'm going to clean it up when I clean up the rest.

If another adult leaves a bowl, however, then the other adult should put it in the dishwasher, IMO. Likewise the other adult shouldn't undress after work and leave laundry lying around on the floor, or buy something and unwrap the thing and leave the wrapping all over the floor two feet from a wastebasket, etc.

I still find it humorous that I must ask a series of questions to find out why somebody would leave a huge disgusting blobby mess on a wall. Dropping toothpaste in the sink or on the floor, I an understand. It's below the line of sight. But you couldn't possibly miss this huge blob of shaving cream on the wall, and yet I had to go through twenty questions to find out what it was before I could find out why he didn't clean it up. It really is humorous, and we were laughing by the end. (It is really laugh or cry.) But of course, I cleaned it up.

And I think it is a gender gap, because I've never seen a woman stand in front of a refrigerator and ask "where's the mustard?" when it's right in front of her face. It is probably the same gene that prevents a man from seeing an eight inch blob of blue shaving cream on a white wall.

Posted by: Maggie at March 12, 2007 4:48 PM

I rarely look at walls. In the bathroom, I'll look at the sink, the floor, or the mirror. In other rooms I might look at the TV or whatever I'm working on. But never, ever the wall, because I don't expect to find anything there unless it's something I've put there on purpose (like a picture).

Now I'm wondering what I'll see if I look at the bathroom wall. I'm kinda scared. ;-)

Posted by: Julie at March 12, 2007 5:24 PM

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