Maturity Seeps Through Our Pores

Last night, Moanna was bouncing on top of a balloon on our couch. Steve takes the balloon, and pops it. Right in front of Moanna.

Moanna, “What did you do to the balloon?” eyes wide and confused.
Steve, “I popped it.”
Moanna, “Why?” eyes still wide and confused.
Me, “To traumatize you.”
Steve, “Um well, uh. It’s not safe to bounce on balloons. Um, if it popped while you were bouncing on it, it would hurt really bad.Ummm”
Me, “I bet you wish you would have thought this through a little better.”
Moanna, “Yea buddy. You should have thought about it.”

Sometimes Steve does things before thinking them through. Sometimes I can’t keep the sitcom that is constantly running through my head to myself.

Later on that evening…

Steve and I were making the bed, and talking about… I have no idea what we were talking about… when…

Me, “Man, you are so high maintenance.’
Steve, “Yea? Well, you’re too low maintenance.”
Me, “Most guys would appreciate a girl who is low maintenance. Would you prefer if I wore makeup everyday?”
Steve, “Yes.”
Me, “What? Are you trying to make me cry?”
Steve, “…NOT that you need to wear makeup. Obviously you don’t, or I wouldn’t have married you.”
Me, “Not helping.”
Steve, “… I just think that you would feel better about your day if you took the time to do your hair or put on makeup everrday.”
Me, “Well maybe if I had the time, I could do that now and then. But, SOMEBODY takes for-ev-er to do his hair in the morning. AND, he takes up the en-ti-re bathroom to do it.”

Sometimes Steve speaks before he thinks. Sometimes, I’m rubber and you’re glue.

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