I’m sitting here wondering what to write about and my son and his girlfriend are reading each other about a pickle theft. My son was angry and his girlfriend loved him so much when she stole his pickle.
It’s enough to make one see that it’s all a matter of point of view.
Oh, they are a couple. It makes me smile.
Now the conversation has progressed to the next topic, one not quite so interesting to listen to. She doesn’t respond to his topic and instead continues reading.
Now they wind down to sleep.