My son Daniel is very different than me. He is a big-picture sort of person. His allergies to details always make me chuckle.
Like the other day, when he was cooking.
Most of the times when he is cooking, I hear from the kitchen, “Oops.” Or, “Uh oh.” Or, “I forgot that part.” It appears that his eyes tend to skip certain instructions.
The other day I heard him say, “Oh, I forgot that. Haven’t done that before. Branching out.”
Then yesterday, we went to his school to pick up his schedules and get ID cards, etc.
Daniel: (looking at table signs as we walk by) ABS. No, don’t need that.
Me: What’s ABS mean?
Daniel: No idea.
Me: How do you know you don’t need it?
Daniel: I just do. (Walks past next table.) Diploma. Nope, don’t need that.
Me: What? You don’t need a diploma?
Daniel: What’s a diploma?
Me: It’s proof that you graduated!
Daniel: (stops walking and heads back, giving a sheepish grin) Good thing you came with me today.
Someday my son will have to marry a very detail-oriented woman.