Data looked particularly mopish last evening while Steven and I were using our computers, so I asked (okay, told, I was being bossy) Steven to get a new toy out for Data to play with.
Steven grabbed the little box we keep Data’s toy collection in out of the linen closet. He sat down with it on the floor and Data rushed over. I walked over to see what he had in stock. Lots of plastic balls, catnip, felt mice and one lone feather.
I grabbed the feather and bent over to run it in circles around Data on the floor. He chased it over and over again, until I stopped and stood up, then pulled it up my leg to try to get him to jump up on me and grab it.
“Look at how big your thighs are!” Steven said.
I stopped. And looked at him. And thought. I do have bad hearing, so I sometimes don’t know what Steven is saying. And I don’t always ask him to repeat himself, because that is annoying, and I can usually figure out what he said if I think about it a bit. But I had to ask this time.
“What did you say?” I asked a bit cautiously.
He looked at me and repeated, “Look at how big his eyes are.”
Hi! I'm Kim, a 34-year-old living in Chicagoland with my husband, Steven, and our cats, Khali, Apollo, and Starbuck. I work in the design industry (architecture), follow a vegan lifestyle, am addicted to running, and am an ACE certified personal trainer (working at Essential Fitness, LLC ("Efit"))! I write about a variety of topics, and consider this a "life" blog - a place I can share anything that's on my mind. Please visit the "About" page to get a better idea of who I am! :-)